From an Unknown Land
|Image from Public Domain Pictures|
The road is long, the destination unknown
The joy is on the road, they roar
The destination is the end of all the fun;
How do we roar we are moving forward,
As, only towards our own derrière, we trot?
The destination is an illusion
—in the unknown land of destiny; fate is the belief
The unknown people sigh in unknown gestures.