Fog of the Moment

[Verse - spoken word]
Smoke curls in the cold air, a silent scream,
Shattered glass on the floor, we’re all alone.
White mist clings to the walls, a ghostly veil,
Footsteps echo in the dark, no one’s here to trail.
Shadows dance on the ceiling, a fleeting flame,
[Chorus]
White smoke swirled in the air, a moment’s embrace,
Fog clings to the memory, we’re lost in the chase.
Time slips through the cracks, like a fading light,
We’re just echoes in the night, chasing what’s right.