Happiness is relative
to the state of yourself
before i was lost
wandering alone in the desert
forever catching glimpses of the holyland
I approach excited, only to find another mirage
And then it happened.
My vision was true
The city awaits me
I can see the lights, smell the people and the commotion
The walled gate houses stand tall, and proud
Gates open open wide in greeting to me.
I can see the temple, its golden dome shines.
serinity and peace lie within those sacred walls.
this cant be a mirage, for here i am amongst the people
although the crowd is strong in front of me
and many paths must be taken through the throng of people
Now i can see the desitination it makes those many nights of cold
and the days of blistering, all worth it
if i can just touch serenity again.