Unclear
The longer I sit here
The more unclear everything becomes.
Like fog on a windshield
Steam in a bathroom
I fail to see
What lies ahead.
If only someone could lead me through
A lantern in the darkness
A third eye to enlighten
And enrapture
And enthrall
Me.
Blink once
Blink twice
Go ahead,
Thrice.
Each time
The world will change
But
I
Won't.
A stagnant force
In the storm.
Whether for better or worse
It is so.
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