Muddle of Pud

Imagine this!
Remember that?
lt's foggy like a dream,

you must be wrong
that's not my hat!
You've lost it, it would seem.

This veil of trust
is full of holes,
it's nothing like you've said;

these scenarios
are like Cheerios,
leaving holes in words, instead.

Were you in my shoes
you'd clearly see,
not much makes any sense;

but l see you
are working me,
it hurts you think l'm dense.

It's true some days
l don't see clear,
yet l finally realize;

that given time
all l hold dear,
will vanish from my eyes.

My father's gone
to his reward,
at least that's what they say;

my time comes fast,
and very hard
so now, l'm fearful of that day.

Many claim
no-one can boast
of a picture perfect life;

that'd be
like a great swordsman
who's afraid to hold a knife.

So to sum things up,
no-one can claim
knowledge of everything;

l'll just do my best
to find my way
through the fog that life can bring.

l'll navigate
as best l can,
and l'll keep my fingers crossed;

in a muddle of pud
there's no good plan,
l'll keep walking 'til l'm sure l'm lost!