It's like looking through frosted glass,
Surveying the experiential difference between
Hindsight and foresight...
Present so radically shifts between "what if..." and "if only..."
I prefer rain over fog any day
Yet ironically, am confronted by morning's dewy mist
If clear were easier to readily attain...
But it's not, because I am often living in mixed conditions
Partly cloudy
Partly sunny
Rain and sleet
Sleet and snow
Flash flooding all throughout my sense of well-being
Eyes are hazy with sweltering and ever-changing emotions
The mirage of my contentment often short circuits
Because overwhelming circumstance trickles of a grim reality
Down life's painted glass
This poor sight at Present,
Morphs my Yesterday into a dimmer Tomorrow;
Radically shifting my Today
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