Walking in the FOG

I just can't figure out what's behind the fog. My mind keeps drawing the missing parts of the picture and sometimes, drawing the whole picture.

In my way in that foggy road, my pictures may not have any relation with that of the reality, I may feel the existance of things that are not there.

I sometimes wish the sun to shine, and in many other times, I fear it, it may just clear all my drawings, and put them away.

Can you take my hands and let me open my eyes on the best of the pictures that I've drawn, and tell me that they were real ? Or else, just please let me on my way, let me on my foggy road