Can’t stand the fog

  Standing alone,

With daydreams,

That only haunt my

Winter Nights

To think of a peaceful

Place, is to dream of nonsense

        Happiness seems true,

  But I’ve never found it

Since the moss on the rock grows

I know there is more to this life,

Than what you’ve shown-

    Not to smell like a wilting rose

On a January Morning-

But the sun can still shine even if

It’s the color of an orange rind