There's a fog over the trees today. 

Everything looks mysterious, 

Grey, fading into the distance. 

It's cold, 

But maybe later the sun will come out 

And burn the fog away. 

There's a fog over my mind today. 

I can't focus on anything: 

School, friends, writing. 

It passes in a blur-- but agonizingly slowly 

Like when you turn down the video speed to 0.25 

And the words sound deep and distorted. 

I'm cold, so cold

But maybe later the sun will come out 

And break through the fog today.