The Fog

There is fog today.
Today I feel like everything isn't mine.
It's someone Else's.
Nothing fits me.
Even when I day dream there's nothing to dream.
The empty skylines greet me with the cold.
Curling up in a blanket and ice cream.
Today I'd rather watch the cars and clouds move instead of that thing called the cable box.
I feel like a helpless child in the middle of no where.
The fog is nice today.
The rain is still pouring down on my helpless dove feathers that wont join me for tea.