Seeing Past the Misty Fog (Poem)

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.