As I sit here looking at the field covered with dense heavy fog

And in the distance I hear the faint sound of maybe a small barking dog

I can’t help but to think of how fog is a lot like everyday life

Where sometimes we try to find our way but can’t seem to see the light

The clutter and the fog that we plow through in life everyday

Make it hard sometimes to find the right path as we’re on our way

So sometimes it is best to just slow down and maybe have a cold beer

And sit back and wait for the dense heavy fog to lift and to clear

From My World to Yours,
Bob Baker