You research choices thoroughly
until your eyes dim blurrily
The issues you're so familiar with
you know them like your kin and kith
You review the votes each candidate casts
project their futures from their past
There's nothing that you fail to cover
over daily papers you fairly hover
You mark your ballot painstakingly
then forget to mail it, carelessly
As dawn breaks across the rugged land,
vague shapes begin to blurrily appear.
images of mythical creatures now seen
briefly then brushed away they dissolve.
Is it these images that give legends birth?
the tales of Unicorns and dragons?
The stories of three headed beasts
that wander through the mist shrouds?
Pea soup mists that you can almost push aside
abruptly vanishing as the sun burns them off.
Leaving the landscape we all know and accept
yet memories remain of fantastical things.
That re-emerge in our dreams
leaving us with uncertainty and
knowledge deep down within
that mist cloaks and blinds
what lies beyond the veils of time