Most of the time the future was pretty clear for her
It might not be the most exciting or glamorous, but it was predictable, just the way she wanted
So imagine her surprise when things started being murky
The fog descended on her future, and she was so scared she never took another step.
Winding through the dark recesses of my mind
I follow the glimmer of an idea as it floats just out of reach
So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I fell into a mental swamp
Pushing me under the murky surface to drown in the fetid cerebral sludge