The place where I want to be

I wrote this after reading this poem by Shel Silverstein

If I could get to that place where the footpath ends
before the road is laid,
Where the grass of untold wealth grows,
Where there is relief for yearning toes,
where waters that calm the soul flow,
away to blessed shores

It may take some time to get to where the footpath ends
before the road is laid,
where children know more than us
they play and draw and make no fuss
before what we teach breaks their trust
the blessed shores forgotten

When you dwell in the place where the footpath ends
and let your will subside
knowledge is valued equal to dust
pride is eaten as solid steel rusts
great barriers can only bust
as the waves are never ending

You need to look to the side where the footpath ends
where the small crack is
the only way for light to shine
making ideas that are not mine
bright with honour this time
eliminating all shadow

Lets get out of this darkened town of jet black skies
Where the detours never stop
Moving past the dead flowers in a row
Taking time to be measured and slow
and follow the lines of true arrows
To where we can finally rest

If we travel together where the footpath ends
will it be forever
I dropped your hand once before
I thought it might be ever more
I've since nailed over that door
which I will fight to keep unopened

So I picture myself where the footpath ends
and you are there with me
I reach to take you by the hand
our legs deep in the shore's white sand
and in clear defiance we now stand
the waves wash but have no sway