The longer I sit here
The more unclear everything becomes.

Like fog on a windshield
Steam in a bathroom
I fail to see
What lies ahead.

If only someone could lead me through
A lantern in the darkness
A third eye to enlighten
And enrapture
And enthrall
Me.

Blink once
Blink twice
Go ahead,
Thrice.

Each time
The world will change
But
I
Won't.

A stagnant force
In the storm.

Whether for better or worse
It is so.