The Fog

The fog comes around once a day. Rain or shine, it’ll come anyway. It hides me from the world around. The happiness it brings has no bounds. Will you bask in this fog with me? Or will we go and jump off of a tree? I yell out to my classroom friends. I tell of cool things and new trends. The fog has concealed me once again. The fog has come to twist and bend. My versions of reality into a mess. I’ll feel no pain, no remorse, no stress. The fog I speak of is lovely and warm. It will envelop you like a bee swarm. So come inside, come meet the smoke. Have one, have two, have three big tokes.