Whispers in the Fog

I question many things.
Nothing gets settled,
And I have this constant fog of chatter going on in my head
As I go through the day.

When will it ever end?
I do not know,
Like whispers in the wind,
They swirl and flow.

Thoughts drift like shadows,
Lost in the haze,
Each one a puzzle,
Through life’s tangled maze.

But maybe there’s light,
Beyond this thick shroud,
A moment of clarity,
To break through the crowd.

So, I take a deep breath,
And try to find peace,
Hoping this turmoil
Will someday release.

MAD