On a gray and cloudy day,
The ground still damp from recent rain,
A dreamy mist rolled down the lane
And came my way,
Past the meadow, into town,
To my doorstep, through my brain
And down the drain.
I wondered what to do
Or where to go or what to think
And sat and stared off into space,
Trying to collect my thoughts,
Connect the dots,
Put all the pieces into place
And make some sense of it.
And yet, as I recall,
No matter what I said or did
It made no difference at all.
Confusing as it was,
It had a quite familiar ring
Or maybe closer to a buzz.
I shook my head, tried everything
To clear my mind and focus
On what others fail to notice.
But on what? The more I flailed away,
The more the swirling mist
Enveloping my world became
Impossible to resist.
