The Endless Destiny of the Traveller

Breaking the rustling wind,

I step onto the crag.

Towards downwards, sails my mind,

The heap of stones I have overcome carves in my eyes.

My mind drifts into the past,

To the time I took this path.

I was carried by heaps of dreams my mind cast.

Every effort I put in mounted up to end me in here.

In the far distance, I see,

A frozen lake as white as the beard of the moon,

And a stream of lava that flows in glee,

Beyond the gloomy forest on the far end of the trail.

Over the horizon is a staircase,

Gleaming in a rainbow,

Rising up to the heavens of praise,

Directing to infinity.

Then, it dawns on me;

With every success, I just begin,

Another journey of tears that fill the sea,

Of toil blended with ecstasy and misery.