Written by: Jeff Bresee

I charted once a course to gold
A place wherein I might take hold

Of everything I ever wished
Retire there; enjoy the bliss

But every time I thought that I
Was finally there, I’d stop and try

To take my rest and grab the things
That I expected such to bring

But each time I found to my dread
The land of gold lay still ahead

And on and on this cycle went
Until at last my strength was spent

Which left me standing in despair
Afraid I’d never make it there

Frustrated to the very core
And wondering just what life is for

“Does not this journey have an end?
Perhaps the gold is just pretend”

But then so soft inside my head
The voice of reason spoke and said

“The reason why you can’t arrive:
You want what’s on the other side”