Oh you foolish hunters of dreams, seekers of paradise,
where, oh where shall you look?
where shall you start?
will you ever finish, chances diminish,
futile, frustrating, endless are your roads.
seekers of utopia, soldiers of hopeful minds.
the long , winding road in your mind,
needs no map, no landmarks, no direction..
the truth is the things you seek are within,
not without merit, surely..
the thoughts kept sacred in the recesses of the heart
the fantasy like landscapes, only you know best.
we can dream can we not?
we can seek, but who shall find?
it all depends on to what end you expect,
protect your personal paradise, for it is yours alone.
and one day, not so far from now,
you may arrive, so survive,
stay well my warrior friends,
the road to eternity ,
never ends.

07/15/2006