I once traversed a winding track
Through lands in which strife felt no lack
Each step, each mile, they carried me
Towards what I thought I was to be
Walking on through doubts and fears
This wondrous path carried me for years
Alas, all paths must meet their end
But are remembered fondly, as a dear friend.
Turning course is a task hard to do
When one thinks on what the road has done for you
But turning and changing, yea, moving on
Is a part of life, as the dusk is to dawn
Every new route, though seeming strange at first
Can also come to quench the wanderer’s thirst
For what is new is not always bad
And has its way of making the heart glad
So change your course, clear your own way
Lest you end on a path, and be troubled each day.