Getting Past The Fog Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

See how much fun we are having, going on roads not yet traveled.
Exploring the dark alleys, and coming to find it is not so dark.
Self important, it is not so.
And I begrudge no one such an act.
If accomplishments satisfy, and bring tears to ones eyes.
Why should you be denied it.
Be weary though, bliss is not everlasting.
Eventually all good things must end.
Even if seems tragic, tragic is exactly what is needed to set the course to new frontiers.
It is the raising of freshly wind blown sails.