the way of the mists

Years ago

There was this plot of land

It was left empty

Others planted trees

Rearing chickens, ducks and vegetables

Years ago

Thinking nobody would purchase the plot

With two companies holding the title

Neighbours said it was empty for years

I bought a house here

Thinking of the good view to the mountain

Standing at the balcony seeing the mists

One day it was all gone

Now a house is built

It could block the mountain view

From the balcony the view will be limited

So it goes the way of the mists

Once it felt good seeing in the morning

Now it becomes the footprints in the mind

Of the mountain view from the balcony

Only at the side the consolation prize