The Mist In The Windy Days Of Mind

I thought it was a good timing
To have a mist, a covering !
That runs ahead in my dreaming
Oh, I thought it was a racing !

Day after day in these cold days
Shining lights fire the query
But it was no use and worthless
Because that mist protects my play

I hide certain things in this mist
That you can never ever guess
If I can escape myself's place
Maybe I will not need this mist

The windy days in my own life
That burdens me to fly a kite !
Thank you Mister Mist for your dice
Now I'm okay though I am blind