The Path

The Path

easy to see,

there it was,

right before me.

 

The Path,

the map was lost,

long ago,

now there is just

the path.

 

Worn down,

Trodden,

you thought the path may

have been forgotten.

 

Some would choose

a different way,

and tell you yours is

wrong someway.

 

Nod and tell them

thanks for the thought,

the path you take

is the path you wrought.