I stand at the roads of ecstasy

I stand on the roads to ecstasy,
looking at the gardens beyond.

I look at it in wonder,
and think of the joy it gives to us all.

I think and think aloud,
of the pains I took.

I see myself looking on,
and breathing in a wonderful old song.

I look again and grasp in amusement,
and wonder what could ever go wrong.

And I know that the roads are,
nothing but a mirage that rolls on.

Why is it that I aspire to fly,
to a beautiful life beyond,

When life itself and all it's glory,
sings a soothing lullaby, in the crossroads of this timeless eon