Destination

Each day beckons a chance of rain As the sun does a glint of shine Fleeting pleasures or persisting pain Crags to fall in or ridges to climb By the wet wayside I wander My destination feels faint and far The lion's roar of distant thunder Becomes my gracious guiding star For it assures me that my way is true So I inch toward that ever candescent sound Knowing the inevitability I'll make it through Even though I tread this unrelenting ground I can slowly walk... I can swiftly run... I can smoothly fly... I will not let life pass me by... For what matters most to me Is that I get to where I need to be No matter how long it takes...