I wonder,
I ponder,
The path I need to take.
I march my way in grassy fields,
To see what I can make.
I trod here,
Trod there,
I trod to find my stake.
For each path hurts its own,
Each path has its wake.
I hike thee,
I climb free,
A mountain I should quake.
The paths are getting harder now,
I tremble and I break.
A wall here,
A crack here?
I must find flaws I forsake.
Each wall built that blocks my path,
Brick by brick I take.
Now a bend,
Sweet end,
The last is not fake.
My journey had gone coming quick,
It is final, my sake.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC
I wonder,
I ponder,
The path I need to take.
I march my way in grassy fields,
To see what I can make.
I trod here,
Trod there,
I trod to find my stake.
For each path hurts its own,
Each path has its wake.
I hike thee,
I climb free,
A mountain I should quake.
The paths are getting harder now,
I tremble and I break.
A wall here,
A crack here?
I must find flaws I forsake.
Each wall built that blocks my path,
Brick by brick I take.
Now a bend,
Sweet end,
The last is not fake.
My journey had gone coming quick,
It is final, my sake.