The fog that creeps, like a slow-moving cloud,
And obscures my mind, in a haze of doubt.
Thoughts jumble and twist, like tangled threads,
As I struggle to focus, and clear my head.

Decisions loom, like an impossible test,
And my mind is a jumble, in disarray and unrest.
I search for clarity, but it's hard to find,
A pathway through the fog, where thoughts are left behind.

The world around me, a blur of noise and strife,
As I strain to listen, to the whispers of life.
But words are jumbled, like a puzzle yet unsolved,
And I'm lost in the haze, where sense and reason unfold.

-Miraa