Road of my heart, little side-track
hidden in bushes of sorrow and lack
splits off the road that bathes in light
where no pain exist and all acts are right.
What lies there, hidden in dark, wet woods?
what wisdom, utility, passion or truth?
What possible virtue could grow on this path
when none enters here who is without wrath?
Take this little secret, dear travelling soul
forget it, until at some moment your goal
will come into view at the end of the way
like a cloud, turning light and dark into grey.
If chance favors you, you'll fall on your face
and bleeding and cursing you'll crawl in a daze
away from the straight, wide road to the end
side-tracked from fate you'll find life in your hands.
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