One goes in straightforward ways, <br />One in a circle roams: <br />Waits for a girl of his gone days, <br />Or for returning home. <br /> <br />But I do go -- and woe is there -- <br />By a way nor straight, nor broad, <br />But into never and nowhere, <br />Like trains -- off the railroad.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-way-28/
