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Is there no rest at the end? |
The Darkness tugs at my sleeve But I linger rapt by the view The path behind me stretches away Showing its turns and switchbacks The imperceptible steepening slope You never notice the grade until the end When the heights steal your breath Reluctantly I turn away Am lead to the top of the path Where he shows me a universe among the stars Beyond the edge and floating free My passage is arranged I need only take flight But I am weary of the way My burden chafes And I am loathe to seek another path Begin another journey I have only just finished this And the climb was so steep Right now I feel complete and content Is there no rest or reward I chose this burden and this path I hesitate to set it aside so soon Ah, but every journey has an end And always the next to begin Yes, the journey is reward enough A turn through the stars would be nice I nod to the Darkness He indicates the way At the threshold I hesitate Not with second thoughts But with homage To all I have seen and done and left behind To all the journeys and paths that lead me to here And finally, with a weary smile I take the first step And breath a last long sigh |