Mists surround me as I walk;
Moving with each step, I take.
The present clear, the future dim,
While tendrils shroud the past.
I climb the trail when crisis ends,
The shroud lifts for a moment
I turn around, the past is clear,
The road, just paced, revealed.
Misdeeds compel the road I stride,
I smile or cringe at each step taken,
Stay on the old, or start anew,
A choice I must now make.
My lifelong journey starts again,
The surrounding mists protect
And cover steps already taken,
Waiting to reveal what lies ahead.
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