The Fog in my Mind
There was fog in my mind
Hiding faces I knew were there but I’d never seen.
Faces I couldn’t find.
There was fog in my mind
Hiding places I knew were there but I’d never been.
Places I couldn’t find.
The fog in my mind
Dulled a mysterious rolling music with butterfly notes.
Music I couldn’t quite hear.
Light, not serious, consoling music on feather floats.
The fog in my mind
Made me deaf, made me blind.
Within the fog in my mind
Were morphing coloured shapes,
Screensavers, mind videotapes,
Elusive, remindful – of what I don’t know.
Maybe faces I’d never seen
Or places I’d never been
Or places to where I should go.
One man’s mind out of whole mankind,
Alone, yet combined and intertwined.
The fog in my mind
Was a barrier to sleep, a wall, strong and deep.
Yet was a lure – fascinating, pure and obscure.
The fog in my mind
Made me smile, made me weep.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 70.73.42.21 on Aug 11, 2006 3:30 PM
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