i can see the edge of it now

those desolate roads

leading to the undiscovered country

pathways beaten by so many feet

stumbling in despair toward peace


the end of uncertainty and pain

succor in oblivion

but, who is to know?

that remains the eternal question

which will be unanswered

until you pass through that door

that leads to somewhere

to nowhere

do not hasten to embrace the unknown

drink deep of what was given

though the dregs be bitter

you cannot know what lies ahead

until you walk your path to the end

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott