Written by Danielle E. Pasqua

Copyright © November 1, 2019









Clear, what does that word mean?

When all you’ve created is a hazy scene


There is no map for you to follow

And the world around you feels hollow


Now you’ve built your own roadblock

By trying to beat the ticking of the clock


There is a way for you to see ahead

All you need to do is focus instead


So brush the fog to the side with delight

There will be a vision of a glorious sight


You might rub your eyes in disbelief

At this joy that your mind conceived


That white smoke that distracts your view

No longer hides the clear picture in front of you


So let the fog escape somewhere faraway

And explore a colorful life that you found today