The paved road walks straight and cobbled The crowd it holds - a choo-choo train Neither forwards nor backwards reveal the way straight But the road beside it swirls and twirls Concordance of illusions where up equals down The path is dirt, mud and stone Yet there are some stubborn souls who trudge wearily on The path in the middle does not yet exist Unlit and untamed leading into the woods But I know it is the one I’ll take Through gnarls and thickets and thorns and beasts To be cut and slashed and burned and slayed Then behind me my willing flock Follows me through the still unforged path To the unknown plains of life’s uncertainties Either to riches, to doom, or to doom within riches And where the uncertain path is the uncertain home Then traveller’s feet will create the way And it shall flatten beneath to become dirt and stone Then when the rain falls and lightning strikes Mud will run like a river And up will seem like down Then the flock dwindles but the strong strive on Because soon the path will become paved and straight No nature to tame nor beasts to slay The darkness through will be lit by lamps Crackling through the night in their eternal fire The docile road uncertain no longer The crowd it holds - a choo-choo train Then another one of us will learn to walk The path of life and pick their own On another path yet unwalked Their journey begins once again Leaving behind my paved and cobbled road.