The journey of thousands of years

And yet a home that never nears;

Since I have to, I keep my course,

Only longing to find a source

To ask how long the way would be.

Since no friend here can stay that long

Forlorn becomes theme of my song;

Because I can’t afford sweet rest

I don’t see Death as a rude guest,

But One whose claws convey repose.

Although the sun lends me its light

It’s to show the size of each plight

And at nights I keep asking why

The dark veil of the starless sky

Only shades my plights a moment.

Always on the pathway I plod

Downed by an oft-unrelenting rod

I replenish the mighty seas

As I make my unending pleas

For just a spell of gladness.

My steps are ordained by a Hand

Weaving me like a small frail strand

That needs to locate its right place

In a network made at a pace

That no human could determine.