No Arrival
I charted once a course to gold,
a place wherein I might take hold
of everything I ever wished.
Retire there; enjoy the bliss.
But every time I thought that I
was finally there, I’d stop and try
to take my rest and grab the things
that I expected such to bring.
But each time I found to my dread,
the land of gold lay still ahead.
And on and on this cycle went
until at last my strength was spent.
It left me standing in despair,
afraid I’d never make it there.
Frustrated to the very core
and wondering just what life is for.
“Does not this journey have an end?”
“Perhaps the gold is just pretend.”
But then so soft inside my head
the voice of reason spoke and said,
“The reason why you can’t arrive...
you want what’s on the other side.”
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