The fog called Life..

I cannot remember... I don't not know when.... I cannot see the forest for the trees.
Is it fantasy or reality? Will I wake up from this dream or is it a dream after all?
Have you ever felt this way before? Do you now?

Life is funny, life is strange.
It is time to rearrange.

Push back all the stuff we fear,
look into that mystic mirror.

Dare we push and plow forthright,
force ourselves with all our might?

Oh what courage it must take,
hope it won't be another mistake.

But forward is the only route,
to gain respect and earn more clout.

The choice is yours to live or regret,
only heartache we forget.