Hazy

There’s something good (or bad) on the fog
You never see what’s coming to you.
Nothing else than the endless white and the blurry images.
Nothing predictable
These moments you realize
With water in your eyes and on your clothes
There’s no way you can fool yourself
People can’t see you but neither can you...
And if you wait they can find you
If you go they can lose you
If you wait they can never see you
If you go you may find they.
There’s nothing you can do on the fog
But go on your own.
And wait till the mist is gone.
But you can never be sure.