The Mists

You think you won't come out of the mists. You think this could be the end. The mind races and thinks all kinds of things. Then you remember what a way to go. On the waters of life held by the tides of time. So you let go and say well what will be will be. And when you come out of the mists so much beauty awaits you and you know that if you did it once you can do it again!