I see not what others see
The thick fog is blinding me
The fog of routine, that is of life
Unable to see what is near
It is impossible to hear
A drop of light makes it through
That light is what I see
The possibility of unhindered vision
But that is just for a moment
For tomorrow the fog will roll back
And that is how all life is
For my generation and yours
This fog is here to stay...
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