Foggy Thoughts

Crack of the wood 

Camera focussing on a corner of the room 

Wallpaper tears down around a flickering candle An absent minded man stares out an open window And the fog rolls in 

Crowds of stars condense and cloud his eyes His thoughts are floating on a score of rain The record skips and ink pours on his hands Seeping down, down, down 

And the fog rolls in 

Fists slam down on the table 

Gripping the candle and shunning the window Escaping through an open doorway 

Leaving rorschach sitting across from a needle on a loop 

Candle light my way through the fog 

Let the sunlight in 

Growing tired of the same old halls 

I’m wandering Labyrinths 

I’m dropping candles in the woods again 

Crack of the stone 

As his feet hit the road 

Stumbling through the fog 

Mirroring the cycle of his thoughts 

Look to the candle 

Smoke is rising from the flame 

The lines blurred, blurry vision 

The smoke, the fog 

Pernicious thoughts leading back to the room 

Candle light my way through the fog 

Let the sunlight in 

Growing tired of the same old thoughts 

That pound at the door again 

The wave, The breeze, from the sea of sound Black handprints on the page 

Pouring riddles to the fray

Candle light my way through the fog Let the sunlight in 

Fire’s spreading as it ought to be I’m burning the Labyrinth 

Setting candles in the woods 

End scene