Footsteps

Do I follow the footprints of men long ago,

moving with purpose

towards places we know,

or head toward the wilderness

on fresh virgin snow,

where no man has ventured,

where none dared to go?

Alone on that path

past the shore near the sea,

with no trail to follow,

no guide to lead me,

should I seek out my future

and fight to be free?

A man lives his fate,

I've been told many ways,

and he follows that path

for the sum of his days,

never turning off-course

in life's ongoing maze.

The decision is mine,

I am sure as I start

to follow no footprints,

to be alone and apart;

to seek my own future

and follow my heart.

I may fail in my journey,

that surely is true,

as I wander the wilderness

of the lonely and few,

who search in the darkness

for what they would do;

no footsteps to follow,

just unblemished snow,

as onward we travel

where none dare to go.