As I pull through in the misty fog,
Everywhere is blurry
But the forefront.
I put my backpack on my back,
I open it,
Let the trash drop.
One by one
The trash drops,
As I steadily gaze at the forefront,
Fully immersed on this present moment,
To bring me all I love and need,
Fully immersed on this present moment,
To unfold my path and destiny.