Wayfare

I've been traveling long as I remember
I'm tired of believing somehow I am clever enough
To eventually be seated in a gilded chair
Celebrating that at last I've made it somewhere
On this Wayfare
The years grow shorter as I live them more, though
I can't order bliss and joy to stay, and they go
To a place I've yet to see is out there
Could I ever reach it on this Wayfare?
Where'll you go? I know you'll make it far on your own
Where'll you be when you travel long without me?