Dream of my dreams, if only you could come true,
But what battlefield would life be if that was true?
If happiness was real, if at peace were my heart?
No manner of life would that be, unknown to me,
Always searching, never finding,
Contentment is what I find,
And never the happiness I seek.
The journey would have no purpose if happines was within my grasp,
What else is there to live for than the journey?