Beyond the haze...

Tired of lying languidly,

Bored of the nonchalant daze,

I try and see,

Beyond the haze,

A surreal place,

Of dreams galore,

Where was reality,

I had cared no more,

A world so known,

A sinful variety,

I now let go,

Lost, in a newfound sense of propriety,

Everything is new,

Yet so familiar,

As if I was watching the same previously,

Just with glasses unclear,

I can see way beyond the haze,

The road’s long and the horizon far,

I care not and happily I walk,

With a hearty smile and my guitar.