the distance travelled

the distance travelled is never complete
we never reach the end because we find
that start and finish are somehow entwined
all understanding is a huge conceit
belief that we can tell just what is meet
that the most hard and cruel is truly kind
that those who wield the whip have been maligned
what seems most brilliant is just more deceit
the pause of years turns out to be just show
for those who keep a heart of honest gold
but all the rest pay a much higher price
to live within the ambit of that glow
wondering if they can their side uphold
by some superior means or fair device