Fog.

The world is cold, the sky is a haze.
My mind is a burden.
It has not slept in days.

Life has turned gray, the sun went to bed.
Pavement is dry.
The leaves are all dead.

Somewhere on the way I lost track of days.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I have no reasons to stay.
There’s no way to separate the earth from the sky.
No way to tell what’s day and what’s night.

It’s something so peaceful, no concept of time.
Something so different.
Too hard to describe.