Long since I once traveled,
and long since I started.
In joy, I reveled,
and in hate, I departed.

Most would agree,
But I have yet to see.
Just what it means to be,
To follow my beam with glee.

Shouldn't I have had a warning?
Surely one to keep me from going,
To where one keeps thoughts jarring.
No, that would have kept me from roaming.

Lights begin to fade,
And it grows a long bit of shade.
I stare into the darkness it made.
Knowing it'll swallow me as I wade.

"I've done well" my last thought.
The light wanes and eyes strain.
I blink and it all goes out, giving it all it's got.
I know it wasn't in vain.