Follow me along the paths
And roads of distant run.
The winding trails- long and steep,
For miles of aimless fun.
The End is nowhere near enough
To fathom, Now or Then.
So dance along, young innocent child,
And care not How or When.
For I shall lead you into pools
Of gay and shimmering light.
And you will bathe and drink and sleep,
And drown in pure delight.
And you shall live just like a king,
A beggar too- a slave.
Why is this? - Pray don't ask at all,
Take shelter in the cave.
In shadows deep you'll wonder well,
You'll question and you'll fall.
But rise you shall and carry on,
And fail not once at all.
The earth shall prove to aid your quest,
The waters- quench your thirst.
The birds with their sweet songs of yore,
Shall drown out all the worst.
So follow me, young innocent child
As we move on- mile after mile.
The end is nowhere near for Now,
But dance on all the while.