Clouds are the enemy
I wander along a deserted, misty beach.
I search for some reason; meaning; wisdom; oxygen;
a conclusion that my stubbornly-beating heart must reach.
The dawn of each day attacks me like a violent pathogen:
devouring my rationality, logic and creativity;
not letting up at all, not giving me a moment’s chance to see
the path drawn open for me,
the path drawn so very wide open just for me.