Distant Horizon Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Right up ahead I think I see the light,
Oh, nay, I'm sure; it never seemed so near;
I only seek to end this endless night:
That always felt like home, albe't my bier!
Ecstatic, anxious, I myself have found:
For finding comfort ever holding shades;
How freedom's easier when no one's around:
The nearer draws the light, the more it fades!
I gaily hastened not towards my goal:
It's futile longing for uncertain ends,
And losing in return but one's own soul,
Then wasting what remains to make amends!
I know the light yet lies right up ahead:
I'd rather but domestic darkness tread!