Ambiguous witness
Somedays I don't want the fog to break,  I don't see much and I am invisible too.  Clarity and clear vision are a discipline that I detest.  I am the best looking for my own tracks to tread as I go.  Go back to the memorylane, when the vision was innocent,  Moving on, I drew blueprints not of my aimbition but my failures.  The surprize is no longer hidden in the scaling to the top,  Rather my everystep makes me marvel.  The fog becomez a sense of strength for me,  It lets me try harder to get through to find myself amidst more.