Fogged In

I was beginning to take the hint

what with being in here and all---

This was an easy decision

to knock it off at the sight of implosion

and the view of the drawbridge turning me away

My life was full of mimes

and silent, distant white faces that I wanted to crush

and missed opportunities

This was all shadow play

and my last dance with a silhouette

Trapped

with good reason and bad direction

Foursquare

and we were all blurring together

is what I think I said

in the confines of these lines

Nearsightedness now appointed the great elixir

because I had stepped on my last pair of opticals

and that was that

because this---

was all your fault