its grey - or gray out
i wake up to go to the door
and i can't see five feet in front of me
i know where my hands should be when the are
in front of my face - but i can't see them
i know how to perform when i know what's in store
but since i don't understand it - i can't see it
if i put one foot down - the other follows
by instinct only - we have no plans
other than weathering the storm
i tell them - that the fog will lift eventually
and we will be where we are supposed to be
just like now and the fog
and the insignificance it brings
there are lights everywhere - guiding, distracting, and enlightening
i drive past them all right now because they all look the same to me
i dont know the difference yet -
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