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This fog is clouding my judgement,

Through its sticky, grey thickness,

The stars don't seem to shine,

As the things that I thought were my goals,

And dreams,

Fade away into the grey,

Mist.



I try to waft some of these swirls,

Out of my face,

But the more I do,

And the more I squint,

The more confused I become,

Inside,

And I don't know what I'm trying,

To find.



The fog builds and falls over,

My head and I become dazed,

As I breathe in the cool air,

Droplets of rain gather on my skin,

And tongue.

Separation of body and mind,

As the rain falls,

The fog sympathises with my crazed,

Mind.