We’ve shaken
Hands, and spoken.
He seems to
Be a good man,
If a bit boring.
(He enjoyed standing still)
His name was “Goal”
And, although
Content with him-
I decided to rise,
And seek out something
I shall never find.
The journey is
The sweetest destination.
Lazarus Knix
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destination-15/
