The mist was all around
Slipping up
Giving me a playful, wet kiss
It was a spirit morning
The eerie quiet
In the early hours
With ghost vapors floating
Just over my shoulder
As I walked
To the road
In the distance
I saw a faint light
The car struggling vainly
For visibility
It drew closer
The paper man
Waved and passed
His route longer
As he cut
Through the fog
It would not last
Milky blankness
Fighting a losing battle
With the sun
But for that moment
The invasion
Held me captive
