As I silently glide into the growing dense fog
my mind reflects on past events and thoughts
that seem like only yesterday.
Were they real or imagined, and does it really matter? It
seemed like time passed oh so slowly when I was a child
but now it is progressing at an accelerating pace… to what end?
What is waiting in the fog at the end of the ride?
Ken Kaiyala
8-5-2023
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