Karl the Fog
The numb feeling,
the weight of anticipation,
a storm of thoughts swirling,
each one a daunting shadow.
the weight of anticipation,
a storm of thoughts swirling,
each one a daunting shadow.
You know once you start,
the momentum will carry you,
but here, in this moment,
the stillness feels heavy.
Everyone seems sorted,
their paths laid out like maps,
while you stand at the crossroads,
lost in the noise of comparison.
their paths laid out like maps,
while you stand at the crossroads,
lost in the noise of comparison.
But beneath the surface,
we’re all navigating storms,
each with our own struggles,
hidden behind smiles and facades.
Take a breath, take a step,
embrace the uncertainty.
For in the chaos of beginning,
you’ll find your own rhythm,
and realize we’re all just human,
seeking our way through the fog.
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