I wanted to journey,

across the hills and mountains,

to lands untold,

to futures gold,

but the hills said no.

I wanted to travel,

across the craggy peaks and dipping valleys,

back to the wind,

at fortune’s whim,

but the peaks said no.

I wanted to venture,

into caves so dark I’d need a longer lamp,

where history spelled,

and untouched filled,

the land beneath earth’s dome,

but the lamp said no.

So I got a new lamp,

it said no as well,

and I felt my way down blind.