The fog is the dream so it seems The dream is the reality we have created- the creation of our very lives in which we choose to live in. But we are so far (do remember) from being bounded by these chains. We can transcend and cleanse and cleanse again and again
Then when all is said and done ( after hours ) like that of once a broken flower the fabler shall set us free infinitely through the dusty streets in which we sleep.
(photograph from a still image of the Whiskey Folk Ramblers music video that I just recently starred in)