Fog

Just a little poem I jotted down, makes no sense, but I thought it was a little funny

Fog

Oh fog, how you worry me.
Your cloak of deception puzzles me.
With my bright light shining,
I see nothing...I'm sure.
My eyes strain to see through you,
through your misty allure.
I question your purpose,
your meaning in life.
But the answer escapes me,
especially at night.
Is it to quiver my nerves,
to make me question my sanity?
Is it to excite my imagination,
or does it have nothing to do with me?

Oh fog, how I worry me.
I ponder these words about an elemental
and some times mundane event.
Maybe I am crazy.