Mist

Philosophically speaking, they say,
All a mental fabrication, I sigh
Thinking about the future,
Occasional mist swallows my bridge to tomorrow
Mist, so strong, so blinding,
It swallows me into
The aura of confusion and uncertainty
Oblivious of my next move,
With unplanned days,
Lazy mornings,
No schedules,
I wonder where this mist carries me!