The veiled mist surrounds my life,
No certainty of where it ends.
One thing’s sure—it will, in time—
Yet solace hides in shadowed bends.
Somewhere within the fog of days,
A hush of peace may lie in wait—
But will I find it 'fore it fades,
Or chase its ghost a breath too late?

Canoeing through these waves alone,
No map to show where currents flow.
Will I arrive at gentle shores—
Or crash on rocks I didn’t know?

Life—it's gambling with a breath,
A roll of stars, a coin mid-air—
Will you win a jewel of worth,
Or lose what can't be grown elsewhere?

But maybe that's the soul of it—
This glaze of chance on life's warm crust.
It must be veiled in shifting light—
To make it shine, to make us trust.