questions, they're like fog.
floating aimlessly around in air, changing and contorting.
they don't usually get answered
they aren't usually contemplated either
sometimes, sometimes i feel sorry
sorry for how they're ignored, how they're lonely
they're like whispers
heard but not seen
because we're too afraid to answer them.
fog blocks our clear paths.
they create biased paradigms.
they make crooked looking glasses.
questions are like fog.
they haunt the back of our minds
"forget the fog,"
"forget the fog and it won't bother you."
but even if fog disappears for a moment
it will come back fresh and hazy the next
like in an early morning
with you lying in bed, pondering,
you can't really grasp them.
they don't really go away either. like fog."
this is what i think of
every time i see fog.