I see a turn in the road, only a few miles ahead

I wish to run towards it, but must walk slowly.

I don't know which adventure the turn leads to,

But at least it will end my current suffering.

I hope the journey will have the everyday joys

That I have desired, unsuccessfully, for years.

I hope it makes me stop looking back wistfully

At a past that's long escaped my wrinkled hands.

And while I know that this burden of hopes

Could weigh down the future that's to come.

I cannot stop myself from wishing this river

After all its twists and turns, finds the ocean.

I look back and I see a quaint little house

With the warm glow of a live well lived.

It calls out to me hauntingly, and with love

Inviting me to comfort; to familiarity.

The path ahead, in contrast, is uncharted

Cold and uninviting, like a complete stranger.

My feet move forward, as if under a spell

But the heart, free, looks back at the house.

This is, after all, the ceaseless journey of life.

Of beautiful endings, and uncertain beginnings.

Knowing that the end was written into the start,

And yet foolishly hoping it continues forever.