Stumbling through fog, steps unsteady,
Lacking direction, feet feeling heavy;
Tied to a weight that anchors my will,
Resists forward motion, implores me to be still.
To shrink within the mist that obscures the way,
Out of this funk that shrouds my days;
Draws blinds across the path that stretches far ahead,
Starving hopes to feed fears, that lie dormant in my head.
This blanketed path I must walk alone,
It’s up to me to find the way back home;
To reach the place where fog is broken by light,
Where my shadow is cast behind me, before fading from sight.
Nite and Fog – Mercury Rev