In the thick of the forest
With the fog, cold and sounds blurring your senses
Do you try to shed the obscuring cloud?
Or do you wear it like a cape instead?
On the winding paths of purpose
As you catch your breath
Does the sight of flowers nurtured by your sweat soothe you?
Or does the distant promise still bother you instead?
You know you can fly, above this dense
A clear view ahead and wind by your side
Do you search for your wings that hide from you?
Or do you just go ahead and dive with faith instead?