Solo Fog

I can either look death in the face,Fearful and screaming on my way out,Or let it stay at my back:A wise advisor,Always reminding meTHAT I'M STILL ALIVE,And there is still time.

I am neither more nor less than I was yesterdayAnd neither more nor less that I will be tomorrow.The only change is constant; the only constant is change.Watching. Waiting. Wishing. Willing. Awakening.Eyes can only open so wide.Who am I to judge?Thank time.

Cold. Dark. Death within.I know not what I can see,Just that I cannot.

In times of despair, we must live by our wisdom.In times of solitude, we must honor our strength.When doing things, it helps to know what we are trying to do.

Maybe I should write more poems...but what is there to write about?Maybe I should tell more jokes...but what is there to laugh about?Is not my life my only poem and greatest joke of all?

Do I know who I am? I have a name, but is it mine?Am I the first to walk this path, or am I but one of many?Or perhaps, I am the last? But it does not matter.“I think, therefore I am”Or is it,“I think, therefore I was”?Someone. I. She.One in the same?How many...