Obscuration

Obscuration

Snow, falling
like a mist,
obscuring
everything.
And so
it is
with life.

We cannot
see through time,
its mist
confuses,
so we
stumble on and
cannot see
what it is
that we
should do.

Choices,
seldom clear,
I wonder why:
what I want
to do is so
different from
what I think
is right.

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