the haze

Do you ever get those days, where you feel your in a haze.

there is a big massive cloud of smoke, blocking your gaze

you dont know if its the cigarette, or the weight upon your shoulders.

but you feel it undoubtedly, even when the day is over.

you wake up in the morning, and your body does its thing

but your mind is only half way there, it really is a thing.

everybody gets it, at some point or another

where this fog over your face, almost has you smothered.

but dont let it choke you, this mist around your face.

because one day you will wake up, and your heart will fill with grace.

your day will fill with joy, and your heart will fill with pride.

and you will forget about this mist, you felt you had over your eyes.

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the hazy fog of self doubt and numbness. everybody gets it, and everybody can get past it.

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Presently The Haze

Is wonder and bewilderment. Is fear and isolation. Joy never left, it is handcuffed in the back of a paddywagon America. Good times will roll again. I have to believe that when I wake up. ~S~