Rising after a sleepless night,
I find the world fogged in,
As if the weather echoes
My own mental state.
Some part of me longs to venture out
And park myself in my neighbor’s chair
To doze amid the green,
But alas, I’m meant to spend my day in a car,
Riding through a sunny, fog-free world.
Perhaps it will clear the cobwebs from my brain.
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