The Fog

THE FOG The fog moves in without a sound and covers everything around... colors are muted, shapes are not seen, time moves slowly as if in a dream. Wandering around in this place of gloom, it feels like I'm trapped in some secret room, where up is down, and circles are square - there is a way out but I don't know where. Suddenly the fog just disappears and I realize I've been trapped here for years. I understand that my life is almost gone and so many beliefs I held onto were wrong. I'm getting close to the twilight of my years and yes, I have some regrets, but I have no tears. I make a promise to myself, while I still can, that my life must be more than just an also ran. There are things I want to learn, want to do... each day I want to try something new - perhaps just a good faith effort on my part to finish whatever it is I start. The fog will envelop me some day, I know, and when it does and it's time to go... I want to leave this world and take my place with my head held high and a smile on my face.