Fog and Clarity

Inspire me, give me dreams, and clarity
Where all I had before was fog and mist,
An empty heart, two dry lips never kissed,
And reams of heartfelt, choppy poetry
Detailing what you might have meant to me
If we were lovers. In an eerie twist,
Our friends put us together on a list
Of people who act unaccountably.

We speak in riddles, take the long hard slog
To meet our friends, a god-forsaken crew
Of misfits, an incorrigible stew
Of types you might encounter in a fog.
A princess and an unenchanted frog
(Like us) should really look for something new.