Too fond am I of the heavenly bodies that hold their distance between themselves and I
If I could reach them would my yearning for them cease to exist
and my thoughts of halcyon days would no longer be
Remaining with a vestigial flicker of what could have been
If I had let curiosity rove further than allowed
But the scope could not be settled standing on peaks
and the spectre of reverie would remain the same

It wasn’t the dream that kept me going
But the journey I led was filled with friends
To laugh and cry and share with them
Has been my greatest achievement through it all
Over winding roots that blocked my path
The merriment had never left
For despite the shadows that loomed overhead
It was friendship that kept me going