If it weren't so foggy
I could see the way
But on a night like this
It's best that I stay
Within my home
Warm and safe
Away from the crowds
And the hectic pace
I find my book
Stuck on page fifty-six
I read a paragraph or two
But the meaning doesn't click
My mind's off somewhere
In a warmer place
Where the sun shines bright
On my upturned face
Sandy beaches line this shore
That I stroll upon
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely
Such pure and total bliss
To be there instead of here
On a night like this...
Karen Shaw Matteson
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