February 25, 2005
FOG
took a stroll in the fog
aimless
I have targets
they're there, but obscured
though I can't see them
I sense them
I can't take off the safety
can't point and shoot
at clouds...
I'm loaded and ready
...my finger won't trigger
my desire
and my want fades into mist
no one sees through heavy cloud cover
where i hide
no one has a map
into my myst
I drown in evaporation
I need condensation
a raincoat
a lifeboat
and a hand
to hold
as I torch a brighter vapor trail
on the selves we've sold
and what we could flame
under warm firelight
but its always the same
another frame...
under-exposed.
Posted by Ocean at February 25, 2005 12:03 PM