It's a misty morning
Here in the forest of dreams
Visibility crowded by a haze
The clouds hovering
Just over the moist earth
I'm walking aimlessly
Alone
Trying to find myself
There in but one other
Doing just the same
A man who carries with him
Much mystery and curiousness
This man only seen for the halo
A light showing through the mist
Lighting up much space to white
But still dark as night he stands
Smiling a black hole grin
Always trying to draw me in

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