In foggy shroud the day descends
hidden whispers of memories
surface now and again
how did that...no, slipped away

Trail slithers to and fro
following memories of
recent woes. A fork in the
path, oh no, which way now?

Lost. Lost without memories
Sniff the air following that
which seems closest. Then
stumble into a clearing.

Scream.

Awaken, memories flood
back in. Were always there
but for the foggy shroud.