the thickness of the fog a heavy cloud
i cannot find the true signs of the road
step by step i carry myself as a load
the silence heavy each footfall is loud
in the middle of a city there's no crowd
each person's hiding in their own abode
the signal wasn't in any secret code
the messenger was neither stiff nor proud
i move ahead guided by light and hope
not knowing if i'll be struck down on the way
each faltering step takes me away from home
the road is even there's hardly any slope
it would be a simple thing in middle day
but then i'd have no easy chance to roam
10 December 2006
no through road
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