Promised Land

Imagine for a moment, you and I
had traveled to a better world, where all
chance irritations, large and small, that fry
our sensibilities, no longer maul
our every act and aim. On our return,
with memories of this wonderland
still active and at hand, the endless churn
of dead-brain drama stops at our demand.
To know that this bright place is truly real,
(where we originate and will go back,)
negates all minor grief. This makes like steel
our resolve when misfortune makes attack.
A mind at peace is the graille of life's quest.
The promised land is beating in your chest.