The dark road had a warning sign standing on the right side that I couldn't see. 
Fog was still there to disturb the light of the sun. 

The road I took was good but not like the one I drive on now and feel. 
Crushed rocks make you slow down and realize the old roads pleasant feel. 

I open my mind and roll down the window. 
The fog smells clear further down the road where the darkness is still. 

I see a subtle bend in the distance.