Thanks to the fog ahead,
I can fool you into thinking
that those tears you see,
are just mist.

It's okay to cry,
in the fog,
or when it rains.
It's okay to cry,
in a warm embrace.

Yet, I will fool you all.
I shall never cry,
out in the open.
Never.

To let you know
that my winter-heart
has thawed beyond measure,
makes me weaker.

I shall have tears welling up,
but I'll call it mist.
Just like morning dew,
I shall fool you.

I beseech you all,
to be the fool for once.
Maybe it makes me stronger.

- Landlocked Sailor