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