Innocence Lost

All senses were lost in the fog,

Could not be walked through,

For fear of what is out there,

It could be dangling right in front of you,

Waiting to be grabbed,

Not entirely a search for the ones that have passed,

Though not on the other side,

Scattered visions and toxic side giggles,

Meandering through the flow of the parade of black and white,

Lifting all other memories of what the fog cannot touch,

Into a small red handbasket.