Fog
Not sure where this fog came from.
The one outside or the one in my head.
Not sure yet I kinda like not knowing exactly what's out there.
The peril I find myself, this crazy sense of danger,
would have passed completely unnoticed if I just stayed home watching tv.
But now I'm finding this fog is fascinating me like a cat plays with string.
How I can wave my hand through it's smoky envelope and it curls around behind with tiny whirlpool tornadoes.
Not sure where this fog came from but I'm walking out in it.
The one outside or the one in my head.
Not sure yet I kinda like not knowing exactly what's out there.
The peril I find myself, this crazy sense of danger,
would have passed completely unnoticed if I just stayed home watching tv.
But now I'm finding this fog is fascinating me like a cat plays with string.
How I can wave my hand through it's smoky envelope and it curls around behind with tiny whirlpool tornadoes.
Not sure where this fog came from but I'm walking out in it.