in the midst of the fog

In the midst you belong, to lay and suffer the hard truth
Wanting, needing to escape the bites of reality at hand
In the midst you belong, to play and master the hard truth
Enduring, creating to gain the promised knowledge in vain

Let the fog swallow your whole being, be part of its wings
Not letting and engaging to be desolve by its dews
Let the fog swallow but not the pure sense of being you evolve in
Not be the past nor present will guide you to pass in path

In the midst of the fog emerges the triump of the one who passed
Not letting the air trap the genuine tutelage ones had
In the midst of the fog step by step slices the path of true minds have
Not letting be trapped in the midst of the fogs wrath