• austnfound 11w

    No glasses
    No assassin's
    Could see past this
    The weatherman
    Couldn't predict this
    The amount of fog, immense
    The mist amidst this

    Not a step could be taken
    No direction could be given
    Driving at night with no headlight
    Momma telling me that's not bright
    Having anxiety when I have no sight

    The smoke billows
    As the smog turns fog
    In the forest blind to a single log
    The end of the leash
    Could carry a dog or a hog
    If seeing is sobriety
    Then this is anxiety
    ©austnfound