Fog

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Sometimes its your answer, just out of view,
Thoughts in you head, just will not do.
Ideas you once had, lost in the haze,
Thing you did think, would delight and amaze.

Sometimes its your question, that needs to change,
Like you do know, with some little rearrange.

Sometimes its your answer, that cant be seen,
Like the long forgotten, pleasure of a dream.
Ideas you once had, lost in the mist,
Things you did like, from a lover kissed.

Sometimes its your question, you need to revise,
Like you may ask, when you get wise.

Sometimes its your answer, that is so obscure,
Like in an illness, with an unknown cure.
Ideas you once had, lost in the fog,
Things you did want, after a hard slog.

Sometimes its your question, so change it instead,
Like you see through, fog in your head.


 
 
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