Through the Fog

You walk through the Fog. You're Loved, and she's a worthy companion. Keep going.
Through the halls of misguided tears and youthful enthusiasm (i.e. pure joy). Keep walking.
Through the streets of piercing light and irrepressible...growth? Naivete? The Bridge between the two? Nevermind now. Keep moving.
Through the roads North. The AM radio dancing with the smell of Pumpkin. Through the darkness. Keep driving.
Through Our World. Our keys. Our water. Our shit. Keep running. Don't look back.
Through nights spent under the moon. With the Red. And the Green. And the bearing of the soul that seemed impossible years ago, when you were moving through the streets. Slow down.
Watch your footing. Through the Fog. You always get where you're going.