Getting there
so near
so sure
was I
but 'twas a mirage-
no
it was not
in sight
it was far
still
very far
(how far
then?)

getting there
an obsession
my steps I counted
myself I deceive not
(so I boldly thought
no, a sure no)
but
still the darkness
of the lonely night
no moon
nor a single star
to light the way
(how could I
have gone astray?
how could it be
THAT far?)

the map
I studied
every detail
I did jot down
so faithfully
'my compass
could do no wrong
it wouldn't fail me
as I travel along
this route hopefully
faithfully
to the promised land
(did my imagination
go wild?  At the next bend
I should be patient
there I'd find my coveted prize)

things didn't seem
right.  Every step
seemed to lead me
downhill. Why?

getting there?
I was beside myself
strange eyes
seemed to stare
at me from nowhere
( oh my, confidence
displaced!  What would
it be--to be THERE?)

somewhere
that I was sure
came a voice
in mockery
and that was
what it did say:
'  you are your delusion
  your own perdition!'.