Morning mist

What do I say this frozen dull morning? That I'm burgeoning with sanity and idiotically full of self restraint? That I've dipped into the prosaic waters of rationality and logical thinking? Maybe I have, but what do clouds know of placid rivers that cloak volcanoes, or even a magma oozing earth rupture that's neatly hidden by the smiling calmness of a quiet rivulet?