by Eric G., 13
Fog is mysterious with its cloudy shape and darkness of vision.
Every step you take is a gamble of life and consequences, like freedom.
Freedom lets you do or say what you desire.
But freedom is mysterious with its boundaries and its limits.
Every time fog arrives, there are also opportunities and change.
Opportunities to forge your future and destiny.
But in fog, you can’t see directions or paths.
Only your destiny lies equivalent to a puzzle.
You try to connect every piece to make a portrait of ideas.
You never know where you’re going to finish or end.
But once you pass through the fog, there’s light.
There will always be obstacles, but that’s your destiny.
Red Bank, New Jersey
Bridge Ink 