The Haze
It envelopes the sky like a smoky bar
It evades the air like a flock of gulls
Anxiously we wait for the haze of the storm
Only thinking of the change at hand
The anticipation brings me back to good times
Times of wealth and prosperity
Soon we will be blinded from the haze
Only long enough to dream of change
The rain will come and wash the evil away
Their future lying in an eternity of hell
The sky will clear
High we must clime to discover the future
Far less that it seems
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