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Where shall we go my friend?
 In this undefined darkness
 Shall we seek the light of another morn?
 Or rest for the journey tomorrow doubtless?

 Does it matter at all?
 For the days going on without end
 Searching wandering asking
 Is this the way- is this way my friend?

 I tire so easily now- years without end
 To what point? Shall we rest?
 What defines the end?
 When will we know? Have we done our best?

 Another day- of pain and disappointment
 Occasionally punctuated by happiness
 Occasionally a kindred spirit
 Wandering without direction, wandering in listlessness

 How I envy those that have not started
 Those that will likely never start this journey of chance
 Their laughter of careless joy is gripping
 As I stand at a distance watching their dance.

 Am I the fool? The one searching without end?
 Denying myself the simple joy of a life accepted- unattended
 The journey may be beyond all- a folly for fools
 A life wasted pursuing a fantasy- He never intended

 Maybe simply enjoy- the simplicity
 A world created with delights and pain
 Let our spirit be tested-tempted
 Tempered as it dances near the flame

 But you and I – two fools on likely a fruitless quest
 We will arise as the sun begins its breach
 Stiff, sore, hungry and still tired
 Into a distant horizon always escaping our reach.
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Submitted on August 23, 2016

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