So long have I beaten down the trail, <br />Following the path. <br />Set down from brother to brother <br />although I was always late in life <br />Now I see an end to the path <br /> <br />As a long tradition must ultimately go away <br />As he went off course, to go away <br />so far I can no longer see him <br />so far I can no longer feel him <br />leaving me to blaze the way <br />With no will to be <br />and no drive to join <br />the league of those who where not to be <br /> <br />step after step I go on <br />On the path untraveled, <br />yet so many have passed along <br />Will I find my prosperity <br />Will I find poison and danger <br />does it even matter <br />cause I shall be great or nothing at all <br />even if it means I shall be nothing <br />but as long as I am something <br />I shall strive to be more than something <br /> <br />although I don't know <br />how to deal with me <br />to to seek recourse in my eternal dream <br />or to fear my inability to escape it <br />Knowing all I would find outside is nothing <br />what path will I find to be my own<br /><br />Stefan Hanson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-present-and-future-7/
