THURSDAY'S ANSWERS
Foggy this morning.
Romote control drive to work.
Fog enveloped my consciousness
and muffled all sound, all feeling.
Figured the sun or a second cup of coffee
would burn it off
but it's pervasive, persistent.
Won't go away and I remain
encapsulated in a trance-like state.
Attempts to focus on
matter at hand are futile
and nothing seems important.
Nothing except Thursday.
And so the fog does not dissipate.
I will go through the motions
of existing until I have the answers.
Thursday's answers.
God's answers.
And will those clear the fog
or make things even hazier?
I may never know.
Just need to belive
God does.
Romote control drive to work.
Fog enveloped my consciousness
and muffled all sound, all feeling.
Figured the sun or a second cup of coffee
would burn it off
but it's pervasive, persistent.
Won't go away and I remain
encapsulated in a trance-like state.
Attempts to focus on
matter at hand are futile
and nothing seems important.
Nothing except Thursday.
And so the fog does not dissipate.
I will go through the motions
of existing until I have the answers.
Thursday's answers.
God's answers.
And will those clear the fog
or make things even hazier?
I may never know.
Just need to belive
God does.
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