It harbors my existence I walk down the city streets along with the many mysteries which the fog holds I drift through the cycles of my life the fog drifts alongside me, neither dark or angry, nor light and cheery but pleasent and dreary I continue my journey, what the fog contains is exposed by time it expands the sky above these streets I walk upon
Reason for writing:
I like the subject matter and decided to write a poem about
it. I feel as if certain parts of the poem I like, but I don't
know what to do about the ending, especially the very last line.
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