The day is clear,
But the fog is so intense.
It's not something I can see,
but it's something that I sense.
Grasping my brain,
distorting every thought.
It causes no pain,
but I cant remember things before.
It becomes unclear,
the times it was all ok.
Was I once happy?
or was it always this way.
Like old worn videos,
the memories are fading.
Do I really remember,
or is it just another daydream.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
The day is clear,
But the fog is so intense.
It's not something I can see,
but it's something that I sense.
Grasping my brain,
distorting every thought.
It causes no pain,
but I cant remember things before.
It becomes unclear,
the times it was all ok.
Was I once happy?
or was it always this way.
Like old worn videos,
the memories are fading.
Do I really remember,
or is it just another daydream.
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