the trees are masked by the thick milky fog,
the vibrant red roses turned to a pastel pink.
the whole world sits under a blanket of white.
you can see nothing, and hear even less.
you aren’t warm–
but you aren’t cold.
time has stopped–
and it’s speeding up at the same time.
…and you start to forget.
you no longer have exams in a week.
you no longer have exams in a week.
no more music to practice.
no one to impress.
the heavenly umbrella of fog fuels your temporary amnesia.
it’s thick and moist and wonderful.
suddenly, a bike bursts into the calm white air.
it stirs the stillness into a state of chaos.
then, a car.
as soon as its headlights go on,
creating a thin, laser-like line of light straight through the fog,
you know it’s time for you to leave.
the ivory dress you’ve been wearing disappears,
relapses back into a figment of your imagination.
the glorious feeling is gone now…
the glorious feeling is gone now…
but you enjoyed it whilst it lasted.
you’re happy again!
you’re happy again!