Elysium

You seek the lofty gilded lands—
Those from a dream like shifting sands.
You’ve come from a land as dark as night.
Weary, burdened, in search of light.
Climb that mountain. Crest that hill.
The horizon stretches farther still.
Sail the oceans. Soar through the skies.
Sea leads to sea. Clouds fall and rise.
There it is! Shining from a distance.
Always on the horizon, to reach with persistence.
Each day closer. Each day farther away.
Searching always for that fateful day.
Store your riches. Seek yet more.
Sail ever onward from coast to shore.
Elysium, that land of which they fairly spoke.
Over crest. Over land and water. Elysium, land of smoke.