AN OLD POEM OF MINE I DON'T BELIEVE I SHARED ON HERE BEFORE. A BIT OF A TONGUE TWISTER. I CAN'T REMEMBER IF I SPELLED IT MYST OR MIST. I THINK MAYBE MYST AS IN MYSTERY MYST...I FORGOT WHAT THEY CALL WORDS THAT SOUND ALIKE BUT MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS SYNONYMS MAYBE...THINKING OUT LOUD...ANYWAY IT POPPED INTO MY HEAD SO I WROTE IT DOWN. I ALWAYS PICTURE BEING IN THE MIDDLE OF A LAKE MAYBE AND IT IS FOGGY. I PICTURE BEING IN A SMALL ROWBOAT MAYBE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WATER AND IT IS SO FOGGY YOU CAN'T TELL WHICH DIRECTION TO GO OR MAKE OUT MUCH OF ANYTHING. THAT IS WHAT I SEE IN MY MIND'S EYE WHEN I SHARE THIS POEM EVER SINCE I FIRST WROTE IT LONG AGO. I ALWAYS PICTURE IT.
