| Walking Toward It |
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| It stands beyond the horizon, It grows on that other plane, I saw it around that corner, Two towns over, on the enchanting, invisible lane. It smells like the most luscious perfume, It feels like the softest silk, It sounds like the most harmonious song, And it tastes like the sweetest milk. Some think it doesn't truly exist, But I dismiss their contemplations, Because in my dreams I visit it every night, And I take in all the glorious sensations. If it is not real, then neither am I. It is the feelings I can only envision, Of love and peace and tranquility, Of hope and satisfaction and ambition. I know that I will reach it someday, Although the highway is winding before me, My dreams assure me that it's just around the bend, Or maybe two or three. Nevertheless I push on, Because its promise is too great to set aside, The anticipation burns within me And I let the fire be my guide. I keep on walking in the hope that it's near, And that it can save my soul From the evils of this place, And send me to the goodness of my goal. It is my sparkling oasis. It is my awaiting future. I think I see it now– |