Obscurity

on a morning that dawns with white mist 
where the trees are shadows and the world is a blur 
i awake to a memory that once was regret 
when i did not do what i could have done 

this place (society of busyness)
so often values productivity 
what one can do and has done
it is a fog that envelops the discontented soul 

clarity comes like clearing skies 
life is more than what i do 
it is also about what i decided not to do 
and finding grace in the freedom to choose