Pilgrimage

The hill is steep, the way is long but I know I must be strong Though I may stumble, even fall I will recover and walk tall As I journey I might well find that distractions may confuse my mind But with single minded concentration I'm sure I'll reach my destination If thorns should tangle up my feet I'll struggle on and not be beat Through bog and mire and deep morass I'll keep the faith and safely pass Through howling winds and driving rain my determination will not wane And though my will may sometimes falter my destination shall not alter An ache consumes my very soul To reach Nirvana is my goal That place of happiness distilled where all my needs will be fulfilled There is an instinct I obey so I will never lose my way And even if I slightly stray I know I'll get there by mid-day Let Bacchus be my guiding light until, at last, my goal's in sight With his help, despite my qualms I know I'll reach 'The Maltsters Arms'