A man walked past the other day
I asked where he was going
But he didn’t know exactly where
He just knew the road was leading
‘I followed this road from my day of birth
It has been an endless journey,
I will walk on further while I may
The road is still before me.’
I watched him pass, I watched him go
A figure striding onward
I thought him brave, and mad, a fool
I thought that I would follow.
For however long the road may be
It is better to be travelling
Than never stepping out at all
And never, ever changing.
And now I know I’m on that road,
Indeed, I always have been
I never stop for the road does not
And there are still some places not seen
The road is not a choice my friend
All of us are travellers
The end is not in endless rest
The rest is in the journey.