The mist engulfed and fully drowned my mind,
Sheltered me tight from memories and sounds,
Pinned drops upon my hair to shine bright,
My eyes luminescent, reflecting stormy clouds.

The mist has filled my head with fuzzy thoughts,
Merged into muffled piles of tangled words.
What is my poetry but clash of rusty swords?
Dissatisfied, I’m stuck, I feel remorse.

Drowned in longing, soft and gray despair,
Sentenced to swim in humid, heavy air,
Struggling with questions, looming everywhere,
Well, am I worthy? How could I stop caring?

At times, I feel I’m nothing but a failure.
Not fit for this material existence,
Where one must be a quick decisive leader.
But in imaginative, misty distance,
Perhaps there is a place for such as me.

The fog engulfed and fully drowned my mind.
The water drops are dancing in my hair,
As if I bathed in the primeval sea of light,
And plunged into its dusky depths prepared

Of finding jewels of the highest truth,
Scattered in the quietest seabed,
Mingled with the dark, cloudy sand.
I wake up from this fantasy, I move…

The trees became the castles and old bridges,
The music plays as always, storm and chaos.
I wish it rained at once.

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