Poetry: Out of the Fog
life with no chance of repair;
is he destined to live in fear?
only to find himself quickly falling;
fate cares not for his feelings...
wearing nothing but rags;
time will never stop its cog.
the cruel world he now despise;
is there no way to break the ice?
as such he helplessly beat the drum
but reality hits him like a ram!
the sun shone its brightest rays;
no longer is the man astray...