The fog hides it all.

How tall is that building?

I don’t know where I’m going.

 

I need to keep on

Looking, searching; failing;

The fog hides it all.

 

I knew I’d fail today;

My planner is missing.

I don’t know where I’m going.

 

Told to look far ahead

I’m looking, but not seeing.

The fog hides it all.

 

She’s booked for five years.

Was she planning before walking?

I don’t know where I’m going.

 

She walks forward with her plan,

Diploma in her hand

Too late to turn back; she wishes she can.

Thank goodness

The fog hides it all

I don’t know where I’m going.