**Out of Focus**

In the blur of distant dreams,

Where edges fade to whispers,

A world half-seen, half-felt,

Like shadows in the dawn.

Colors blend and soften,

Stories linger on the breeze,

Faces merge, names forgotten,

In the dance of twilight's veil,

Steps uncertain, paths untread,

In a landscape undefined.

Yet in the mist of fleeting visions,

A truth begins to bloom,

In the out-of-focus whispers,

Where clarity is but a wish,

And the sharpness fades away,

There lies the quiet beauty,

In the blur of everyday.