wrapped in fog.

i'm waking up from a concerta dream, the whole world wrapped in fog. i feel dazed, backing piano parts in electronica songs make me turn my head in time. i feel like an organism not capable of conscious thoughts. just a haze of fog rolling on the field outside of my window. my throat aches, too much hard living all ready has passed through these hands.
i would stand, but my feet would not know where to lead me. my only option would be to stumble apathetically until i would once again arrived back at a place of rest.
the grass is starting to have green low-lights on the lawn, it will have pushed through with one more rain. i can see the trees, still gray against a gun metal sky. soon they will be set on fire, but first they must bloom.
(what a life that must be. carefully growing your hair until the season ends, it has reached it's pinnacle of beauty, and then you go bald. this repeats until a man in flannel comes along with a sharpened stick and takes your life away.)
i am adrift in my own ocean. looking through the skies, surrounded in a calming fog on the dark but glassy sea. i could lie here forever if it wasn't for my own wandering soul.

i'm a stray dog, baby.
i'm a lone wolf, friend.
i'm the sun in the east,
and the cat call fiend,
washing his coat in the sand.