Worth the While

These travels pose an infinite puzzle to complete;

Each mile that inches by snaps into its designated place.

Yet the puzzle, meant solely to puzzle,

Deems itself impossible in the long run.

But alas! This unsolvable puzzle must remain

Unsolved.

For if the pieces, somehow, someway,

Suddenly fell into place,

What is the worth sans spontaneity

in this lifetime?

Longing to run --

Though the more I run, the less I know,
just as it should be.

Postcard-perfect pictures still deny one the aesthetic beauty as experienced in person.