Mist on the moors,

Covers the path,

Upward and onward you travel,

Desperately trying to unravel,

A sky house lies upon the mountain,

A relaxed vibe comes from the fountain,

The mist on the moors,

Still yet blocks your path,

But once you finally make it,

You no longer feel wrath,

No limits control you,

You live above the clouds,

Just as you arrived,

And finally feel free.

You come flying back to reality,

Zoned out in class,

Just waiting for time to pass.