Treasure Island

Stephen Mueller

(5-3-1990 / Elkins, West Virginia)

The Dense Fog


I see not what others see
The fog is used to blind me
That fog of routine that is of life
Unable to see what is near
It is near impossible to hear
Only the little light makes it through
That light is what I see
The possibility of unhindered vision
But that is only for a moment
For tomorrow the fog will roll back
And that is how all life is
For my generation and yours
This fog is here to stay

Submitted: Friday, March 02, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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