Admire if you will a quill in my hand
As I blindly cross this desolate land
What’s ahead, I’m not sure, maybe I’ll find
A refuge of pleasure, some from my mind

This place is deserted save will and might
I’ll keep pressing on till I have it in sight
Just what is it I’m hoping to see
Springs from creation, waiting for me

Something to satiate unquenchable thirst
That I get from this journey to be first
To discover the ultimate place one can go
Where the best ink on earth happens to flow

It’s on the horizon, it’s with the collage
A trunk holding proof life’s not a mirage
Thanks if you will for the quill in my hand
I found what I sought from this desolate land