Towards a Journey's Ending

the little man rushed through the valley
and tried as he may he never found the end
through thickets and thorn bushes
he stumbled and he fell
he gathered back though
and he journeyed forth some more
as the winter fell
the snow was soft upon his brittle bones
as he was starved and sleek and weak
through those long and treacherous winters
the strength that remained threatened to leave him
but he saw an ending closer than he could see his beginning
so he trudged and he pushed each step out
and before long he was no closer than the last
and when the thaw came
he sighed and fell over and slowly he seemed to die
but as the sun rose he awoke in a bed,
with doctor and a nurse by his side
they asked him what he was doing there
where most men would have returned from
and all he said,
I do not know, but I had to try.