Doubtless

Wandering aimlessly through the fog

placed at each corner

awaiting each moment

it lingers

carrying onward with it

a steady gaze

Dare any to tear through

to the bitterness within

should it seek forth

forward or through 

reverie be made

to believe

Why then should they 

pray, tell, or fear

what would it even mean

should it end

or begin again

marking the time when

it all came to be again