Have you noticed the city enough
Through your fog-kissed lens?
Noticed the potholes on the road?
Just like the dark circles on my face.
Have you noticed the dusty grey of the leaves beyond the greens?
Just like you forgot to notice the silvers on my scalp.
Have you listened to the voices of the streets
Through your fog-dimmed senses?
Or do they sound too distant
Just like mine?
Tell me what’s on my mind
As you walk through the psychedelic street lights
Or can you not even think
Because the fog has now taken over…
…Taken over only to give you an illusion of assured steps
As you tumble down steadily into an unfamiliar darkness..
What will you do once the fog lifts up?