My dear, We spent a whole day travelling And didn't reach our destination. Saw many faces, trod many places I followed your phases - The moon.
I chased all the carrots Shied from all the sticks Everything that prodded me forward Pulled me back to reality That you are you And I am me And the word ‘IMPORTANT’ **Will Vary In Interpretation.
... And we have arrived back where we started And not been where I wished to be Right now all that I know I’ll make myself transparently clear It’s the journey, not the destination That matters But usually it’s assumed That They Arrived.
So was the journey of today Worthwhile Anyway Or Can We Never Reclaim It ?