Indecision clouds the mind much as the veil of fog
that gently obscures the early morning moon.
Reminiscent of moments in which resolve takes on an air of conviction,
yet uncertainty slowly drifts in.
It is said that nothing is permanent in life except change,
and I am witness to that
as I watch the dark sky surrender to the sun.
Although still masked in fog,
it carries forth the prospect of opportunity.

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