Smoke, Fog, and Haze
Stressed and worried about my future,
It's like driving in the pouring rain.
I cannot decide what I want to do,
It's like walking through the fog.
The future is full of what ifs,
It's like opening your eyes in a room full of smoke.
There are so many options for me,
It's like being in a constant haze.
I try to make myself relax,
It's like trying to find the sun peeking through the clouds
I know not where I will end up,
It's like traveling with no destination.
Wherever my future takes me, I do believe I will make it.
It's like climbing a mountain.
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