Finding refuge
In a haze of forgetfulness
When the mind is charitable
To spare me of the callous present

All glaring faults
Wither and wane in silence
As I revel freely
In this lapse of memory
Unshackled from the curse of daily grief

This fleeting solace
Is an isle amidst tribulation
Where I sprawl my tired roots
And swallow momentary bliss

But clarity looms
And yearns to cleave
My cherished, fog-laden thoughts