What is this place I'm hurrying to,
But another place on the way?
I've convinced myself it's my goal
Since that is what I want today.
Should I stop when I find I've reached?
The horizon stretches much beyond.
It is but a beginning, the end
That I so desperately want.
Every day is a new beginning
And so is every moment in time.
I start now, from where I have reached.
There's no such thing as having arrived.