“The road I travel”

the road I travel is long and winding

every place I pass I glance with longing eyes

my destination too far off in the distance

and I feel like I’m running out of time

my mind keeps asking have I gotten there yet

my heart keeps answering I will some day

I’m journeying along this unending road

sure and unsure of the final destination

- Written in response to Writer's Digest Poetic Aside prompt #352 - are we there yet"