The moment we have been waiting for
That we would have time speed towards.
But what to do with been and gone
Or harder still, won't come to pass.
To value the steps heading,
Treasure the way taken.
Even if the path is choked,
The destination never reached.
To know the packing is the journey,
The means are part of the ends.
Else with eyes on the horizon,
You will not look around.
Lives lived in the tomorrow
Are senseless to today.
Mistake terminus for the spring board
And confuse cherry with the cake.