The fog is alluring, intriguing, assuring
The sureness of what's beyond comforts yet saddens
I find my inner self to be nervously maddened
Intertwined my thoughts tend to be
When did this self become so distant from me?

My world is round, spherical, a cycle
The escape seems remote, impossible to conjure
This fog has morphed my life into a blur
You, fog, are a driving force within me
Mysterious, soft spoken is what you seem to be
Take me away during that sweet, sweet hour
When life has become anything but sour

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