The fog changed everything
There went the plan for easy drive
Eyes fixed, margins razor thin.
Not the moment he craved
The wipers worked like shit
Fluid and defrosters deployed
Almost resembled his life a bit
Both stuck in a cold humid void.
The rearview mirror had the same fog.
The bathroom mirror had the same boy.
Miles away from the last hug
But like that the fog lifts, oh the joy.
A two mile respite is okay
To a life of snippets and texts.
So seize the day they say
Drive out of the foggy complex.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs