By RebeccaBeth_88
Date: 2009 Jun 01
Comment on this Work
[[2009.06.01.00.06.11173]]

Fog

It seems to follow me wherever I go.
There's no clear direction,
Am I going fast or slow?
It seperates me from every person I meet.
It seperates me from my dreams,
And almost always brings defeat.
I'm swimming in this misty cloud of
Wretched unbalance and melancholy.
I'm waiting for the sun to take you away.
I'll always be waiting for the sun to take you away.