The Fog

From nowhere it comes
And to nowhere it goes
A good friend is always around
 
It descends thick on my mind and
Suddenly
Nothing makes sense
 
Am I here? Am I crazy? Am I even real? 
 
The rules have changed
 
The world a cloud
Shapes and colors brush past me
Muffled sounds of conversation
It is a blur
I escape inside myself to think
But can't
I am catatonic
My mind is frigid
 
I wait
 
All I know is this is it
It is always this is it
 
I wait
 
Until it passes
 
I wait
 
I am conscious
But comatose
 
It is the fog