Here’s the road but where’s my path
Here’s the sign but what does it point to
This part here is strewn with stones
That, a little further away, looks smooth
Or is it empty?
How is it that the smooth stretch seems rocky
While the stones arouse an animal instinct
To test strength and taste blood
It’s maddening to decide which is mine
How do you decide
when your eyes are shown rocks
And your dream is shown reality
Your heart hopes
And your brain struggles
to see what is unrelentingly clouded to you
At one point I give myself up to instinct
And just walk
Walk with a straight back
And eyes looking ahead unblinking
I go as I feel and I feel my path as I go
I occasionally toss a glance at the signs
How much can they tell?
For in all truth
Who knows where the path might lead
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