The path is foggy
I sit alone, think about something
Where is my life destined towards?
Is it towards what I aspire for
Or is it towards what I'm inspired for
All of us can cogitate about it
But no one can declare what is it
The path shall be narrow but long
The path approaching future shall be bright
or Scroggy
But one thing we know now, it's FOGGY
This poem is about:
Me