Tomorrow is a mist waiting to be here
to reveal plains so clear though not near.
It rests in the palms of those who adhere
to plans heralding actions on every frontier.
Like mist it hovers over dreams so dear
only to be blown or condensed as we peer
unto realities that direct us as we steer
towards achievements and persevere.
Tomorrow is a dark smoke full of leer
that smudges hope with failure’s jeer
for those who can’t adapt or veer
to jump hurdles like a graceful deer.
We’re all mist catchers trying to pioneer!