Fog came rolling in,
and was caught in the valley,
hiding the houses.
The cold distant moon,
stands so far away from me,
and still taunting me.
I am writing on,
despite pencils out of ink,
and the tap running.
As complex as simple is.
Fog came rolling in,
and was caught in the valley,
hiding the houses.
The cold distant moon,
stands so far away from me,
and still taunting me.
I am writing on,
despite pencils out of ink,
and the tap running.