What Lies Ahead of the Mist

Ever since I can recall

I've been trekking through a path.

Surrounding me, a great mist

covers the path before me.

Majestic, lovely flowers

blooming by an ancient tree,

Horrendous swarms of hornets

their stingers pointed at me,

Such sights I’ve seen as I’ve walked

along this vast, shrouded path.

 

Throughout all the many years,

I've encountered many guides.

I've asked them "What lies ahead?"

Some pulled out maps and answered.

Others gave wild conjectures.

As I continued walking,

I found out which were correct

and which were terribly wrong,

but nobody really knows

What lies ahead of the mist.

 

No one can tell the future

without the chance of error.

Some may attempt to do so 

with facts and some good fortune

or by just blindly guessing.

One can only rely on 

hard work and dedication

and hope that what lies ahead

of the mist, the morrow, is

a flower, not a hornet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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