Destination and Route

Its hardly ever about whats at the end, It's the journey that really counts. No, I'm not worried about the finishing, for what I care about are the colors I use in my painting, and the way i curve my brush, over my canvas. I worry more about my now, then i ever will the time i die, for i have too much to think about, and to little time to cry. It may be long, but the end isn't far, if i set my mind, then what is only left, is to reach out my aching hand. I need to stay grounded, along the fence of my possibilities, and be strong and true to where i stand, and only then, will the door unlock itself, and show me, the fruit of my effort. It's what I give in, and how i much i do, making the difference. It's not the dreams, and fantasies, lingering aimless in my head, that will make the change, that i strive for. I know, that in the distance of time, is the route and the path that i choose, that will get me to my ultimate desitination; a place, where i have no more and nothing to lose.