Hopeful

Wrote this poem when I was feeling light and hopeful

Gladly, I shall go wherever you tell me.
I will travel with speed,
unknown to humans.
Fortune is my chariot,
determination, my steed.

Impatiently, I shall continue riding on.
Dreaming of my destination,
unknown to me.
I cannot, will not stop,
for any speakable concern.

Wisely, I shall finally reach the end.
The place that you sent me,
unknown to Earth.
I have survived death,
and am now where I belong.