The wayfarer, <br />Perceiving the pathway to truth, <br />Was struck with astonishment. <br />It was thickly grown with weeds. <br />"Ha," he said, <br />"I see that none has passed here <br />In a long time." <br />Later he saw that each weed <br />Was a singular knife. <br />"Well," he mumbled at last, <br />"Doubtless there are other roads."<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wayfarer-2/
