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.