Driving Through Fog
Surrounded by white
I drive on,
It is a road that I know
Not caring where I go
I can’t see what’s ahead
Or what’s behind
Funny how a wall of pure white
Can be such a fright
The mists of heaven push against
The eyes of Freddie
Who is already blind
Because of the fog outside
Over potholes
Freddie rumples
Freddie shakes
My heart aches
I imagine his pain
I imagine his grief
I wonder if he does the same for me
Or is this just some fantasy
No one else
Just him and I
On this empty road
I drive alone
I can’t find a way
Out of the fog.
I feel so done
I’ve had enough
The road is infinite
I have nowhere to go
The fog is closing in
Nothing more can get in
I don’t want to admit defeat;
But, there is no one in the passenger seat