Swirling fog,
A haunting mist
Capers ‘cross my path

I shake my head
To clear my mind
A fleeting sight runs past

Hurriedly
I look again
But nothing can I see

I stumble on,
My driving force:
My curiosity

I wonder what
You saw in me
Through your ling'ring glance

For even when
I turned to you
You didn't break your trance

However,
Day before this
When I passed in front of you

You didn't give
A single thought
As I drifted through your view

So I hasten to
Tomorrow
To see what it will bring

I hasten to the terminal
Of days of
Wandering

And I hasten to the quiet
Where I can hear
The wisdom speak

So I settle in the
Rhythm of
A quite perplexing week.