Worried,
He stops in the way.
Ahead,
Its dark and gray.
Everything,
Is engulfed in fog.
Unsure,
He sits on a log.
Up,
He searches for the star.
Lost,
They all are.
Back,
He turns towards his past.
Nothing,
He sees but the haze he passed.
Alone,
He finds himself.
Then,
He finds himself.
Gone,
Is the past.
Future,
May not cast.
This,
Is what he has got.
Time,
He'd rather waste not.
Enlightened,
He gets up and starts his walk.
Slowly,
Lost into the fog.