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.
