The Mist.

I walked into a valley of kings
But I didn't see no bling blings
The traffic suffocated me I had to escape
Resorting to the clear skies I rendered

Dropped off my heavy glory
To North I shall walk
In order not to feel restrained
Late has become the new trait

Reciting prayers I was taught by mom
Trying to digest my gut-feeling
I want to, but I don't have to
Where did my confidence go?

Thinking too much of the future
I have to, but I don't want to
Back to basics; Earth, I surrender
To North I shall go