Traveling through the years,
Overcoming doomsdays and naysayers,
Clinging onto hope,
Like an addict on dope,
Looking across space,
Finally, the gate in my gaze.
Too bright and decorated façade,
To really see through the maze,
But does it really matter?
When you know you can wade through the clutter,
Muddled in my thoughts,
Planning the next path.
A course set, that might take me years or decades,
Testing my tenacity, overcoming impuissance,
Patience and uncertainties my shortcomings,
But, first things to be conquered for this undertaking,
I know I will be there,
And one day a blog post it will make!