It was a morning shrouded in dense fog,
A far away bark from a lonely dog,
Trees looked eerie through morning glow,
Who knows which way is right to go.
The morning air is deathly cold on my face,
I could disappear right now without a trace,
The safety of my house though is so near,
The thought of being lost is my greatest fear.
I am so longing to hear a friendly voice,
To give me some guidance, to give me a choice,
The limbo of the moment seems frozen in time,
If danger suddenly appeared would i be fine?
Like all things however the fog will pass,
As i peer through my window, out through glass,
Nothing at all will be ventured today,
I control my destiny, i will have my say.