Why can I never arrive at a destination

Why is it always a journey

Every time I reach a point of significance

It never seems to matter

Except to me

If life is a journey

And not a destination

How come so many stops

Along the way matter so much?

Here I am, waiting yet again...

Regretting yet again.

I seem to make the wrong decisions

With all the best-laid plans and

Intentions...

But, they never work out

The way I want them to.

The vision I planned for myself

Never came through

It seems as if I exchange

One prison for the other

With no path for change

Except waiting

For fate to rearrange

My plight

There is no light

In sight

Except the narrow vision

From my cell

Keeping me in check

Until the hours count down

The endless clock will cease

And the freedom guaranteed

Will finally seem real

When I win my release...