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Description
The way in front looks obscure,
As if the very fog of night itself covers its path,
Smothering it with its wet denseness.

Slowly, but surely,
I find myself going into the fog,
Chased into it, without a choice,
As if the very tides of time rush me into it mercilessly.

Uncertain, I make my step,
Afraid of what I'd encounter
Enfolded in the mists;
My eyes try to penetrate the fog.

I tyr to see my way forward,
But my past mistakes come back
To haunt me,
Making my every step waver at its core.

I have no choice.
No turnign back.
Just like the way time moves,
Only forward,
Never backward.

Description
The way in front looks obscure,
As if the very fog of night itself covers its path,
Smothering it with its wet denseness.

Slowly, but surely,
I find myself going into the fog,
Chased into it, without a choice,
As if the very tides of time rush me into it mercilessly.

Uncertain, I make my step,
Afraid of what I'd encounter
Enfolded in the mists;
My eyes try to penetrate the fog.

I tyr to see my way forward,
But my past mistakes come back
To haunt me,
Making my every step waver at its core.

I have no choice.
No turnign back.
Just like the way time moves,
Only forward,
Never backward.