Tous Mes Fantômes Sont Violets

Violet fog envelops the city's light A shroud of mist that blurs the sight Of towering skyscrapers and bustling streets A metropolis that never sleeps A blur of poor choices and missed opportunities That left me feeling blue and lost But in the violet fog, there is hope A chance to start anew, to rebuild and cope To let go and embrace the present And create a future that is worth living So let the violet fog wrap around me A reminder of the past, but also a key To a brighter tomorrow, free from regret A new life that I won't forget