Stepping out into the morning mist, it hides what I cannot see. Enveloping, covering, secluding my own secrets from me.
I come from inside you, I learned from your bitter pride.
I see through the mist, I see what your trying to hide.
The way I survived, is not to believe what was on the surface. But to look deeper within the mist for a reason or a purpose.
After many years the illusion burns off and you feel you
have somehow won. Having to look at the person we have now become.
If we choose to hide in the mist, we are no better than they. The ones who made us believe that the sky was only gray.
You never wanted to become what you despised all the while. Just wanted to wake up to the sun for once and have a reason to smile.
The mistakes you make now, are yours to hide and much harder to see. Never let the mist stop us from seeing the truth, that will set us all free.
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