Day Behind The Fog

Day Behind The Fog

The day behind the fog has closed the ring of dreams,
Shadows linger softly where the morning light redeems.
Four a.m., the world asleep, I rise from tangled streams,
Waking to the silence where the sky forgets its seams.

Oh, the haze of night still whispers,
A melody of stars that gleams.
The day behind the fog will find me,
Chasing echoes of my dreams.

The frost paints fragile patterns on a window left ajar,
And every breath I take becomes a prayer to where you are.
The clock hands spin in rhythm, but they never bring me far,
Caught between the shadows of a fading morning star.

Oh, the haze of night still whispers,
A melody of stars that gleams.
The day behind the fog will find me,
Chasing echoes of my dreams.

Every step I take is fleeting,
Every thought a fleeting glow.
Through the mist, the world’s retreating,
But my heart refuses to let go.

Oh, the haze of night still whispers,
A melody of stars that gleams.
The day behind the fog will find me,
Chasing echoes of my dreams.

Four a.m., the world so still,
The air is cold, the night’s a thrill.
The day behind the fog awaits,
I’ll follow where the silence takes.

In the glow of neon, where the shadows play,
Dreams collide in rhythms, lost in yesterday.
The city's breath is pulsing, the night a vibrant sway,
Every beat a promise in this endless cabaret.

In the haze of city lights,
We're dancing through the seams.
The night won't wait for morning,
Let's chase those neon dreams.

@kozbo-beats