I often wonder

I often wonder
If all this is worth it,
If the light at the end
Of the tunnel

Is the source of joy,
Or is it the end ?

Days spent in solitude,
In finding meaning to life,
Treading paths seeking answers
Seeming nothing before others.

I often wonder
If the gates will ever open
Like welcoming arms
Waiting to embrace

This wandering soul.

Then the flowers would bloom
In the garden of my dreams,
With butterflies flittering
All around.

Only then life would be
Complete.

I often wonder.