Cloudy white droplets, thickening
Building a solid but fragile face
Just enough to find the path’s direction
But not to see the destination’s space.
And yet still, I journey on.
While still pulling me in,
The challenge of the day
Must be met once again.
And so still, I journey on.
This shrouded land holds dangers
Beyond what the eye can see
Even so, there’s hope against hope
That treasures there must also be.
More so still, I journey on.
It is into this land of the mists I tread,
Dreadful though it may be feared,
Bating my breath to stand to this day
Praying that the last one draws near.