Coming out of the fog.

After that
interview,
I could barely
think.
I could barely
walk.
I waited for
the people
interviewing
me to just
go around
the corner.
My legs
were weak.
As they disappeared
around the corner
I sat on a bench
in the middle
of the Mall.
What have I
been doing?
The world
just shifted?
Did you people
feel it?
I sat on the
bench for
about
20 min.
I thought
about my life.
How I want
to do something
better,
make a difference.
God.
I get up and
walk like
a zombie to
my car.
I get in.
Driving home
the 2 hour drive
home.
I start my
car and get down
the road.
My mind is
racing.
I get off a couple exits
down at a
gas station.
I sit.
I sit.
I sit.
A man comes
over, Lady
He says,
You lost?
Yes, I
say...
I was
so
lost.
But I just
found
my way.
Thanks, I say.
As I drive away
and get back
on the interstate,
I turn the radio
on.
the song Jesus
take the wheel
comes on.
God, I pray.
Take my
wheel
I ready to
come out
of this fog.