Nowhere, Yet Everywhere

The clouds have dissipated,

They're nowhere to be found.

They've gone yonder the horizon,

Why didn't they take me along?

I long to be up in the air,

Among those misty bits.

To see everything for miles,

Nothing obscuring the view.

Because down here upon the ground,

I'm hindered by this fog inside my mind.

But does this obscurity,

Count as natures blessing,

If I created it myself?