There is something eerie about this fog tonight
Quite cliché the way it envelopes me
Hypnotizing, how it makes me feel
At nearly midnight on Monday not worth noting

I guess it is just strange-- this street
One my feet barely know
Baiting, the way the fog creeps up the trees
And the backs of my knees
Calling to my curiosity
Till I am the black cat in the foreground
I have certainly had my go at center stage

I guess that is what makes this serenity so strange
The changing of seasons
Appeals to reasons that rumble inside me
But somehow they landed me
On this street in a fading October
I am falling like the brittle leaves
From a foggy tree