I wander through the murky woods
deeper into the darkness I travel.
The path I have chosen freely
and as I walk I wonder about the darkness about me.

The path seems narrow now
and every step I take
the path becomes less clear
Will it finally take me from the woods?

In the darkness I stumble now
and peer into the blackness within
will I stay upon the path
or has it left me behind in some unseen twist or turn.

And now the trees enclose about me
and no path can be found in the darkness.
I sit and wait for the day break
for some stream of light to show me the way.

But no light breaks the canopy
and the gloom continues.
So now I must set out again upon my journey
path or no I walk among the trees.

Perhaps I'll one day find the right path
or perhaps there is no right path.
Perhaps it is not important the path we take
but the way we make our own way along the path.

The decisions that we make each day
to walk this way or that,
are they only driven by fate
or is there some control for us.

So deep within the forest
I walk upon some path
is it mine?
I do not know.
But I walk it just the same.