Mist-understood

We all must wander in the mist

Without knowing the way;
Too weary to keep moving on
And too afraid to stay.
We could be almost within reach
Of what we’re looking for,
But we give up or we turn back
Without those few steps more.
It always hurts to think we’ve quit
While just shy of our goal,
But either way, we’ve missed the mark,
Each lost and broken soul.
For there is no way through the mist,
There is nowhere to rest,
And over time we understand
It’s the mist that’s the test.
A test to see if we’ve the will
To give this life our best.
There is no final goal, you see,
The win comes from the quest.