There are mountains
Blue in the far distance
Calling
There are forests
Living between here and there
Promising
Here are wandering roads
Marking the way of many journeys
Beckoning

And what do you say my friend
My fellow traveller
Where should we go
How should we go
Why should we go

Is it any better
There than here
Is the hardship of travel
Any less than the travails of home
Is the time spent travelling
Fuller than the time spent here

Questions and questions
With answers mostly hidden
In the mists of life

Why then do we ask them
Is the meal
Eaten at home
Not filling

If we answer them not
Will they depart
And leave us to enjoy
The pleasures of this place

May we turn our backs
And let life
Hide the questions
And let our days
Fill to the full
The measure of our time

And yet
The mountains still call