Traveling Through the Fog
From time to time
We all run into
A fog of some kind
Yes, even you do
Your path becomes
A big thick haze
And then for some
The mind reaches a daze
Uncertainty can get you
When it is so unclear
Obscuring the view
All around so near
A type of trap maybe
Inside a clouded mass
Blinding the vision we see
As if the fog will not pass
I travel through just fine
For me that’s when it seems
To be my most favorite time
To dream the impossible dreams
When times are the toughest
Where the darkest moments are
Mountains are climbed highest
And I reach for the brightest star
Not one thing will stop me
From dreaming of tomorrow
My hopes go as high as can be
Tossing away thoughts of sorrow
We all pass through
A bit of fog sometime
Just remember it is true
The sun will again shine
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence Mcmillian | Year Posted 2012
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