Just A Write Up

The World is a mist
And the Mist a Call
Speck of Thoughts on Thousand Suns
Waiting for the Final Call
The Call for Survival, An attempt
An attempt to explore, yet tired
To take a Stride, For the Unseen
The World is a Mist
And the mist a Call

Walking Lives, Walking Deaths, Gloomy Suns
Among the faces, waiting the mist.
A mist to survive, a mist to revive
And yet, sacrificial as a lamb
Walking towards the mist, a death
The mist ready and prepared
To face the Suns, suns layered
Beneath & Below, the mist uncared
Yet, the world is a Mist
And the Mist a call.