The Wayfarer

Wayfarer am I,

Through paths often trodden.

Whither i seek to go,

Is a tale long ago forgotten.

Through joy and through strife,

Hither have i come.

Through joy and through strife,

Again shall i go.

I know not what i was made for,

I know not god's magnificent ideas.

I know not what lies ahead,

For this poor traveller on life's road.

So I move on along the path,

Pondering my joys,my strife.

For wayfarer am I,

On the miraculous path of life.