A haze hugging your form,
Painting your world like a distant landscape,
Viewed from a raging storm,
No point reaching through until the smoke's cleared,
It's not you, anyway,
Best to crouch down, hug your head, shut your eyes,
Hope tomorrow brings you a better day,
That there is warmth to burn away the mist,
Like a damn miracle,
Light shining on an horizon of hope,
Wish for an oracle,
E'en a fairy,
Only magic will save,
But when it does, my god, what a feeling,
Walking towards the sun from Plato's cave.
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