Fog

Have you noticed the city enough

Through your fog-kissed lens?

Noticed the potholes on the road?

Just like the dark circles on my face.

Have you noticed the dusty grey of the leaves beyond the greens?

Just like you forgot to notice the silvers on my scalp.

Have you listened to the voices of the streets

Through your fog-dimmed senses?

Or do they sound too distant

Just like mine?

Tell me what’s on my mind

As you walk through the psychedelic street lights

Or can you not even think

Because the fog has now taken over…

…Taken over only to give you an illusion of assured steps

As you tumble down steadily into an unfamiliar darkness..

What will you do once the fog lifts up?