The Journey

By Net Wolf

 

I thought I was doing well,

But I got off track again.

My destination, I cannot tell,

And I can't remember when

I last understood the journey.

 

Life pitches me around,

Like a ship upon the sea.

Someday I'll come to ground

And it will be clear to me

Where I'm going on the journey.

 

Until then I will fight,

I will struggle to make it through.

For at the end of the darkest night

The sun will rise anew,

And it will light the path of the journey.

 

I plod along my trail,

Hoping to find the proper way.

I have wondered, to no avail,

If each passing day

Will help or hurt the journey.

 

But I will continue now,

In the future, as before.

I will move on somehow,

Until I reach that door

That marks the end of the journey.

 

And then I will look back,

To see from where I came.

And though it seems out of whack,

I will then understand the frame:

It was all about... the journey.