When young
I decided to forge
a new path
through the forest.
With enthusiasm
and fire
I burned a trail
through the undergrowth,
where only a prophet
or fool
would dare to go.
Great peaks
and deep valleys
I took in stride,
till clear blue skies
turned cloudy and pale.
Lost and without direction
I knew I had to go on.
Dreams die hard
even when groping
in the dark.
Then suddenly
I found an ancient path
winding its way
next to a river
flowing to the sea.
What I once called new
had turned dull and jaded.
The way of antiquity
revealed secrets
I had always longed to find.
With new strength and vision
of the ultimate goal,
I now forge a new path
parallel to the ancient road.
Dreams die hard
even when blinded by the light.
