Devoid Of Dream And Doubt...

I wish this could be forever,
Our friendly, joyous jaunt;
Either I'm, or am not, too clever,
For soon the fear does haunt.

Destination almost a legend,
Only heard and read about;
But, on it I’m willing to depend,
Chuck each dream, every doubt.

Mapless, we’ll have to proceed,
Travel in time and in space,
Yet, stay still in order to succeed,
If we are to get to always.

So, will you hold my hand,
Drop the hope and the dread?
And choose to trudge on land,
When you could soar instead?