Taking a path, I'd seldom trod,

stumbling over rocks and logs,

a clumsy sod.

 

Wandering lonely, no way through,

exits barred by swollen streams,

and fallen yews.

 

Plagued by frustration and by doubt,

seeking solutions in a pathless wood,

with no way out.

 

I looked to the sky to see what to do,

Beseeching heaven, as the woods closed in,

and I didn't have a clue.

 

No paths remained to travel on,

so, I beat a path from whence I'd come,

before light had gone.

 

A lonely, empty, fruitless quest,

a dead-end journey,

like all the rest...