Fog.

There is a fog on the horizon
I can tell it is deep and penetrating
It's rolling into the valley
In which I stand

Maybe I am walking
Walking towards the fog
Walking into the fog

I don't want to be here
I don’t want the fog to come
I don't want to suffocate
I don't want to die

I cannot stop my feet
I am holding onto everything
Grasping at new roots
Which are so easily uprooted

The fog is coming nearer
And I am afraid
I yell for help
It echoes through the valley
It echoes through my soul
It comes back so faint
I barely hear myself

Alone.
I must fight
The encroaching fog
Alone

Even if you hear me
You cannot get here in time
The ground is unstable
The roots lie on the ground
Nothing can grow here
The fog is too near

I keep fumbling and stumbling
Trying to run from the fog
That incredible, dense fog
Every part of me fights
My muscles strain with
All my might

Closer, closer, almost here
I am running for my life
I don't want to die
In a Fog.