Misty Meanderings

It's one of those days

can't get my head on straight

looking around the clouds

wondering where I am

and how I got here

never thought I'd be here

it's the only clue I've got

everything else is lost

in mist and mystery

I'll keep walking

it's the only way I know

moving forward to move back

so I can move forward again

inch worming along

a slippery slope of suds

left in a sky I don't recognize

perhaps from the drinks

the angels finished before bed

must be nice to be sleeping

instead walking a world unknown