Destination Poem by Edwina Reizer

How far are we from where we're going?
It doesn't really matter.
The saving grace is in not knowing.
Let the chips just scatter.

For if we knew when we'd be through
then we'd wonder why
the waiting game would play with us
a game of do or die.

And where is this place that we're heading?
That depends my friend
on what you've conjured up in your mind
that's just around the bend.

For the world we're in and where we're going
is probably one and the same.
And if you don't like your destination
you've only yourself to blame.