Further on it makes me wonder
Further on it makes me feel
As though I must be dreaming
Further on is life really real?
What is there in the distance?
Can you see the end of the road?
What does the future; truly, hold
in store?
Is this all there is, is there
anything more?
Can you see a clear horizon, across
the rolling sea?
What will we find when we get there…
Or will you be there with me?
Will we
be any wiser?
Will we forget each hurt, each
pain?
Or will there be a tomorrow...
Where we have more life to gain?
Can we grow old there together?
Will we make it there somehow?
Further on it makes me wonder...
If we’re really not there now.
Copyright © September 14,
2005
Sydell R. Linsicombe