She started off-
As they all do,
Following the path,
As told by her elders.
She was told to find her purpose-
Her place in this world.
She began a journey,
Ready for the adventure.
She discovered the stars,
And danced in the moonlight.
She climbed many mountains,
And came face to face with a god.
She unearthed wonderful elixirs,
That allowed her to converse with many.
She became one with these people,
They helped her understand humanity.
She ran through the streets,
Of many foreign places,
For the adventure,
To meet so many new faces.
She needed to find her purpose,
Her one final stop.
But no one ever told her the truth.
There was no final stop.
She convinced herself the journey was over.
She fell in love with a wonderful man,
And got to work,
She assumed her purpose would come-
Some day.
And yet, the stars called to her.
And the music sang to her.
The mountains quaked for her.
The gods thundered for her.
And she yearned to see it all again.
Perhaps,
The journey itself-
Was the purpose she had been looking for.
How does one return to the adventure?
