swept away are the worries
thoughts you've torn your mind from
swept under rugs and blankets
in layers of mist fog and fuzz
you can't seem to ever remember
what so long ago you tried to hide
from yourself in these blankets of memory
which come back at you in snippets and emotions
yet drift before becoming complete
you dream - think you almost have a notion
in that somewhere between our world and yours
but the notion is too much to dredge
from the brackish slug of innermost layers
so you shrug and let it all fall
back to where it lay to build up
until your mind is no mind at all
but a gauzy warp that you try to see through
to the outside world in your mist
it gets hard to tell what is that world and this
anymore it becomes hard to know
if you're living or dreaming or dreaming awake
for the mist has enwrapped you in its full