Strange how the morning mist distorts reality
Certainty transformed into abstract perceptions,
The mind a bizarre planet in the early morn.
Across the way lights flicker in the dimness of dawn
Perchance an aperture into the cosmos secreted there,
A hidden entrance into an alternative parallel universe.
My mind scrutinized the eventualities of its radiance,
The morning mist secreting the reality of its meaning,
This illusion, perhaps a hallucination mystifying me.