Maneuvering Fog

Years have been crammed into weeks

Weeks with seconds feeling like days

Days that time seemed to get wrong

Not sure what’s next or if next will be far ahead

A desire of silence and a trusted place to lay one’s head

That’s not it because silence keeps the mental vinyl spinning

Not quite sure which side is winning

Reflecting on the what was, what is and what’s to come

Did you know autopilot is like going numb

Wait.. a moment unexpected and loving showed it’s face

Just what I needed to change the pace

Yet Still in the background, a sad song plays

Working and flowing… maneuvering through the days

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