Time can only tell as a fog swirls amongst us encloaking our thoughts and telling us a story of a new tomorrow .
Caught in a daydream I ponder and yearn. Is it only I that is consumed of these visions? What more may come of these dreamy uncertainties?
Under no circumstances can I resist taking myself out of the equation.
For the rest of consciousness will rise and dwell and I will be caught up on a cloud waving to humanity below.
One can only daydream of a new tomorrow.
Time will only tell.
