I hear a faint voice off in the distant
Can’t make it out who is it.
Fog rolled in ever so quicky
I have little to none visibility
A breeze sends chills up my spine
It gets like this from time to time
Muffled sounds, can’t see, so cold
Stay on course, many times I’m told
I tried, but not a thing do I recognize
I look to the sky to be my guide
I hear something, its getting near
Try to run, fog makes it unclear
Feeling overwhelmed, and unaware
Never to be found, I just disappear..
By Gary Agurries