Haze

The  sun will come out again someday

Erasing the haze;

For now we’ll just have to endure the pain

Of losing out on memories.

It’s a shame the nature of existence,

We are circling the maze

Weaving in and out until we embrace

Moments and days,

People and life,

In a new way.

Burning through the clouds  

The sun forces a chance

To illuminate our minds.

Ah yes, the sun will come out again someday.

The wind delivers this truth,

And we continue to live even when caught in the haze.