The Think Hat

I see a fog
Before my eyes.
So thick and gray
Like last days porridge.

I walk forward
Completely lost,
With no road or light
To show the way.

Suddenly I stumble
Fall forward like a tree,
And when I look back
I see a hat.

Completely black
With a brown belt
Around its top,
But who could leave it here?

I pick it up,
Clean the dust,
Put it on,
And notice something strange.

The fog is gone
The path is clear,
The Think Hat I have found
Has completely cleared my mind.