The Fog

So sureal is reality that i still refuse

to belive anything i see is real

as i walk around my own reality confused

walking down a path against the wind

cold in the rain just trying to listen in

to noises in my head telling me somethings missing

the trees whisper and sing a song

while the clouds let it rain as they turn soft

feeling like im the only one lost

i watch the water in the river flow so smooth

telling myself ive got nothing to lose

knowing eventually ill have to choose

but something is issign and i dont know what it is

so i look around trying to find a hint

but it always seems to just off in the mist

i know i have to decide

alli have to do is get up and try

but i stop myself by asking why

so i just keep waling in a circle

living in this realitythat is so hurtfull

telling myself the other side is just worse though

but i cant see that it really isnt

and i say i looked but i really didnt

and i cant hear because i never really listened