• The world swirled ‘round
    the many paths before me
    Childlike stare piercing each one
    As I chose,
    a rough path surfaced.

    The first steps rose
    and I felt deeply
    For soon, I was on my way

    Hope rose within
    Feet tamped the rocks
    created a clean path far beside

    The followers ran
    Foolish, thinking of catching me.
    I blazed a trail
    Something new
    Only the first get to see

    The purity stood
    a new plain
    The opportunities boundless,
    As I found the possibilities
    On this new plain.