"Mist"

Why do I bother in this world of ours,

when success to me will always seem so far?

Some may think this world is pure bliss,

but all I see is a cloud of mist

Tumbling through a world of clouds,

waiting for the day I hit the ground

Marching through this huge abyss,

surrounded by problems manifested into mist

So now it's time to turn off the light

Lay in bed and face the night

While in bed I will be kissed

on the heart by this plague called mist

By: Enigma