Can I really clearly see whereto I go
When only barely I know from whence I came?
And here I am, walking on that path
That swath through branches twisted

My eyes, my friends turned foe
But even so
No harm they do intent
Yet hindrance they may present
When conclusions they prevent

And therefore guidance I shall seek
Before I grow weary and weak
Well knowing that wisdom will be concealed
From those lingering in shadows deep and cold

Broken at times my path appears, that past
Bruised and scratched my skin, like markings
Which should rather be
On trunks of trees
For me to see
Decisions made along the way
That I may not doubt, may not sway