Gone Fishing.

The mind will wander as it always does.
Losing its way and yet heading for that Eternal plain.

I shall find it one day.
One day it shall be found.

But what then?
Will it all be for none?

Will my existence come to an end,
Just as swiftly as it had begun?

I shall walk for miles.
I shall walk till the end.

Till that day when it's all for none.
And I shall smile at God and say: "I am here"