What is life but a mist?
Appearing for a moment, but never stable and in control.
Hope arising, yet just as quickly diminishing away.
What is life but a wind?
Sweeping in, blowing away suddenly.
Creating a mess in our thoughts, swirling our past again and again.
What is life but a storm
Rising up simply to be beaten down by rain.
Tears mixing with the thunder of catastrophe.
What is life but a drought?
Thirsting for more but never satisfied.
Never seeing an end to the pain, the misery of broken choices.
Oh, but this is the fog of life.
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