Wish I could see it, or rather, wish
I had an idea of what it might be.
This constant trek toward something
my knowledge lacks,
forced forward by the barbs of time,
no course for respite,
no chance for change,
ever marching, ever striding,
some end belonging only to me.
Will it be balancing this struggle,
will the scales tip in my favour,
this is all I yearn to learn,
for if so,
then I can keep myself upright,
travelling this pathway blindfold,
a positive beacon to reach
tantalisingly shining within
these walking dreams.