As I turn and stare at my past
All I see is fog swirling fast
Even as I am hurtling towards my future
Unprepared I am as I was before this torture
As time and fate play cruel games
Distance gathers importance over frames
Staring into the unknown like a fool
Alone we are standing by the pool
Even if the fog makes sense over time
Without friends beside, would it be worth a dime?
- Sachin Nath
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