Another of my old poems. One of my better ones i think.

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The mist.

Ever wonder whats beyond the mist.
Is it just the house across the street,
or is it a new world you cannot see.
Do you dare journey toward what few would?
Would you become one of those whose who never came back?
Would you give up everything you ever cared for, just to see what's on the other side?
Is there gold or jewels, or dangerous peril that awaits you?
If you did not go would it swallow you anyway?
Without second thought about the dangers, or the things you would leave behind.
You step though the mist, where will your journey go this time?