The foggy
The fog
The happy
Mixes with sad
And confused
To make a front of fog
Moving east
And fast
And I can't think of
Any better way
To clear my head
Than poetry.

Like a calming breeze
It blows the clouds away
It moves the fog
Out of my mind
And I feel clear
I feel sharp
But then soon tired
But clear
So I sleep
And think clear dreams
And I am clear.