The Journey is the Destination
Are we free to choose,
have you got the time to lose,
is our lives not what it seems,
are we in a land of dreams.
Come with me take a peek,
the life you live others may seek,
the journey is the destination,
an disinherited trip of complication.
Hospitality of your reasons,
dwell amongst the shifting seasons,
footprints embellished in the past,
the wind of change they will not last.
Each step you take brings you sadness,
along a twisted street someone calls madness,
emotions stripped from your soul,
you search for the pieces to make you whole.
Pages of existence ripped from the story,
the epitaph of life seeking glory,
within the trap set by circumstances,
you sit and wait or take your chances.
The destination becomes unclear,
'Tis the signposts of destiny that you fear,
maps of intrusion that you have left,
squiggly impressions that seem bereft.
Individual journeys are never alike,
some cruise on life’s highways others just hike,
but support from others you can always lend,
to reach your destination in the end.
This jaunt has finally completed it's mission,
with winding itineraries of your commission,
the goal you reached because you tried,
your aching limbs you rest with pride.
© 2011 Mark