Fog

I love the fog

Making an ordinary night

dark and mysterious

 

your mind racing

questions puzzling you

what lies behind the grand doors of mist

 

the unknown 

so again your mind wonders

creating for its self an idea most foul 

 

although you know your reality 

your mind is at play, creating

something this world cannot offer you

 

your true fears come through the dark

your dark side only comes to light 

when nature does its biding

 

so what secrets 

what dark creatures

come to life from the mist

 

you tell me great thinker 

just focus your thoughts

as the sounds and blinding lights

trapped in the mist block you

 

tell me what becomes clear

through the mist

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