Tired & tested, weary & wounded.

I make my way along, pondering a distant song,

Light startles my eyes, the miles hurt my thighs.

Is the journey really so important,

Is the end really in sight?

Non the wiser I continue pondering.

The mistakes I make remind me,

The choices sometimes blind me.

But to follow the path, you must at times raise a laugh,

for the story ends, around the next bends.

Or so the people tell me.