There is a world that none have broached
though countless have, so near, approached,
wading through raging rivers deep
on whose bed as countless laid down to sleep
in fatigue of the body and of the mind
that started to unravel and unwind,
screaming to that ever-unreachable bank,
succumbing to the water as their sights went blank
and seeking the guidance of an uncaring firmament
with their faith broken and efforts all spent
though a few trudged back down the path they came
none the worse for wear but never the same
for having left untouched that elusive glen
that so teasingly reveals itself to men
only to shy away as one draws near
as prey from its predator, in mortal fear.
Alas! For the futility that here is wrapped
that all human efforts be unconditionally sapped;
I struggle to pen a descriptive word
but that barrier, that river, I cannot fjord.