the fog

while the sun still slept
i crept out of bed

the old men in their hands wept
off to the fields i went

too cold for a walk
so i disobeyed health

too quiet to talk
so i spoke to myself

i know you're listening
but you dont seem to speak

dialogue was missing
no other way
ever made sense to me

the plants gathered tears
in the cusps of their leaves

the birds sung of their fears
from the height of the trees

but i kept walking
ignoring the cries for mercy

why the sun never dares to sleep in
always ready for duty?

is it still too cold to feel
my body's going numb

or am i just too cold to feel?
im a casket for none

but i kept walking
at least the warm blood is still flowing

but blood was scared too
and surrendered to you, the All-Knowing

then your fog moved in
and surrounded a rebel

the cold mixed with caution
softer steps with a tremble

the fog grew thicker
the fields disappeared

the fog moved quicker
curled nearer and nearer

now truly lost
a distance from knowing

which direction i came from?
and where am i going?

im blind, i cant see
and im screaming for help

in the fog it was just you and me
and nothing else