A Journey’s End
Hey, what are you doing?
The Distant Reaches are full of wonder.
An anonymous poem left by a traveler in lieu of payment for a firewine tab at the Stone’s Way Inn.
When will your journey end? When will you return home again? Your mother and father doth call You’ve been gone winter, spring, and fall — Do you know where you are heading to? Will anywhere new do? Or is this just another place to distract you? You’ve traveled through the frosty northern reaches Down to the sunny southern beaches Visiting oracles, soothsayers, even a necromancer Hoping to find your answer And still you didn’t discover what you’re looking for You got stories, memories, and cultural lore Yet that’s not enough; you want more… You say you are not lost That the experience is worth the cost That you’re on a soul-searching journey To have that life-changing epiphany, But what you really seek to find Is a different state of mind (Honestly, it’d be cheaper with a bottle of firewine.)
