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.
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