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.”