You see the road that lies outside your door?
Somewhere along that road you'll find my home,
so start on it, and make each footstep sure
until you reach its end. You'll walk alone
because, alas, we all tread different ways
and walk too brief a time with friends, who must
depart when paths diverge. But friendship stays
with you until you meet again, so trust
that you'll find me, although you'll face some hills
whose fists will block your way with all their might,
and woodlands thick wherein no light can fill.
How will you know the path you tread is right?
Feel the wind behind your back and trust
its breath- it's mine, that guides with every gust.