The sated day doesn't touch the soul.
But a day of thirst can make us whole.
There is goal and meaning, on the path we chart,
but it's the journey there that captures our heart.
The finest destination, a night of brief respite,
with fire kindled and bread split in flickering light.
In places we sleep but once, and then soar,
rest is profound, dreams resonate evermore.
Break up, break up! The new dawn is nigh.
Endless is our grand adventure, beneath the sky.