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.