In the fog I close my eyes,
And rest against the grey.
I brace my heart and hide the fear,
To begin another day.
The smokey mist, it swirls beyond,
A life it has of its own.
My lips can feel that sweet, soft, wet
And the life I embraced never known.
So I try to stay deep within,
The grips of this muggy design,
But the noise of the world thus
Wrinkles in and to reality I must resign.