Fog in the morning

I open my eyes and look outside with this s u p r e m e c u r i o s i t y;
A gray fog hangs down from all directions like unfinished human fears.
That’s O K with me.
The problem comes
When you close your eyes,
Bring energy to every part of your body;
look d e e p, d e e p, d e e p, d e e p inside
And the only thing you could see becomes
A g r a y f o g.