These dreams in my head
of a place with an end.
A road
stretching and winding
through the hills of time.
A place with an end.
The end of the road
a place where we can all happily abode
in a place we love and know.
A goal,
a place with an end.
I have been wandering these hills
and the nearby flat lands.
There is no grand road
to direct what I know
and show me the way to go.
I still wander
as the grass grows
and the river flows
looking for that road.
Eventually
after centuries
of strolling through the trees,
I came to a place I had seen
in a dream.
But instead of a road-
a stream-
and a boat
in which I now float
to a place
and the end.