Fog

Too much effort to move

Too much effort to prove

Too much effort to get me back into my groove

 

The sandman calls

Into my bed he falls

While I’m wondering, dreaming of vast waterfalls

 

In the day I’m a ghost

In the night I’m morose

But always I’m nothing that life ever chose

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