The Winding Road

I know not when I awoke on this long and winding road
With these burning cheeks and this ache deep within my throat
The rutted tracks of my forebears meandered long ahead
With no end in sight and the pace unset, I began with just a step

For a time I begged of the brush and branch that scratched upon my flesh:
For what purpose do I walk, when I could just sit here instead
The wind howled back an answer that I could not detect
And so I walked along the path, the road that never ends

Once I learned to stop and smell the blossoms at my feet
I realized that that this road I took was nothing but conceit
So I lost my way and found myself in the highest mountain pass
High above where the air grew thin, and I thought I’d breathe my last

And so I made my back down - to the safety of the path
For good or ill, I knew it then: this life is all I have
From then on I wandered still, but always kept in sight
The road that lead on and on, to an end I’ll never know

Then one day, in my peace, I was shocked to see
Far ahead, in a field of wheat, a crossroad broke the scene
And from the other path there came an echo of my dreams
The face of one not mistook, a figure from my destiny

Though I knew not how to speak, my hand she took from me
And along the road we walked, to see where it would lead

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