Destination. Poem by Lazarus Knix

Destination.



We’ve shaken
Hands, and spoken.
He seems to
Be a good man,
If a bit boring.
(He enjoyed standing still)

His name was “Goal”
And, although
Content with him-
I decided to rise,
And seek out something
I shall never find.

The journey is
The sweetest destination.

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