Uncertain lights.

How do you know
which way to go
when all roads
are covered in snow?
The air is foggy
and the light is scattered;
who knows what they shine upon.

Every decision demands
a review, calls for a cross-check
The signs change, the years wear
and nobody cares.

The only rope I hang
on to, is the hope
that one day everything will sort out
and things will be okay;
where the larks of the dark
give way to the light of a new day.