For the roads that took me nowhere,
And the ones that took me astray,
The clefts that I missed,
And the ones that I couldn't See And fell for,
The florets on my path,
And the barbs beneath them,
The sky above Me,
The stars that guided me.
The barren stretches of nihility,
And the saplings surrounding them.
Every thing, Every little thing around me,
Visible, yet I could not See,
Makes me crave for it all the more,
For my destination was a dead day,
And comelier was my journey.