#1910-Fog

It’s a day to climb,

Yet I feel tired.

Is it real,

Or my imagination,

Chasing circular thoughts,

Creating mental knots.

Deep breath to relax,

Close those impatient eyes,

Listen to the leaves dance.

Perhaps then,

Morning fog will pass,

So I can see the path.

One thing is certain.

Sooner or later,

The sun will shine.