What's so wrong with a little Mist...

There is darkness, there is light

But I find myself in a little mist,

Where light screens through, faint... indistinct.

There is wrong, there is right,

And I am balanced in a little mist,

Writing a scripture with a sinister twist.

There is weakness, there is might,

And I push off in a little mist,

Bowing my head with clenched fists!

There is glory, there is plight,

And I wander in a little mist,

Bearing love, ambiguity kissed.

Reveling in my imperfections,

I seek comfort in this mist.

Obscuring myself into mundanity forever,

I pursue my hazy tryst...