Into the fog

Again, here I walk

seeing nothing than fog all around.

Again, here I breathe

nothing more than drops of water

feeling them freezing down my lungs.

Again, through fog I hope

trying to see the Sun

while He hides away

among the stars of the Universe.

Again, here I know

there is no good or bad in our human eyes

there is gray filling our souls

eating them as a hungry man does

with a slice of bread

rotten out a garbage bag

refusing to die

and breathing again.