I look at the fog covered field across the street,
The light is dim and the ground is wet.
In front the street is empty, the hour late,
Down the way a lone cat walks, a lonely traveler.
Looking at this view I am alone with my thoughts.
Which way do I go? How do I proceed?
My life is in shambles, the pieces hard to pick up.
No longer so young, yet still not quite old
Few assets to speak of, just decaying potential.
So tired of this crap, I just want to be better,
I am trapped, not yet able to fix my problems.
Unsure of what to do I just look out,
at the fog covered field across the street.