Way to Go

In quest of the way we go,

Amidst the stillness of feeling, oh so slow,

The unexpected language of failure we know,

Its meaning not revealed, even in a constant look back and forth.

Crossing the bridge of hope, that golden vision left undone,

In an attempt to fulfill it, our heart becomes overrun,

One must pass through emotions waving in a line,

In quest of that way where aspirations do not decline.

Where visions do not freeze in the depths of human thought,

The rhythm of poetry captures it, so wrought,

In the picture of the poet's contemplation, we spot,

There is no sight of failure's shore left to rot.

Well-imagined ideas capture reality,

Where without waiting for the future, we see,

The warmth of life sprouts on the canvas of the present scenery,

One must go in quest of that way indeed.