Getting there is one thing.
The destination’s the main reason
for the journey, I suppose.
But it’s not everything, and maybe
not even the most important.
Once you reach it, after all, another
soon takes its place. Always
there is more to see and do.
Just maybe it’s the journey itself
that matters most, the times
you paused along the way to look around,
to feel yourself being, alive, savoring
the company, the day’s fine view.