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
release
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
The Ace Hotel Notebook 