Paths that lead somewhere; do they know where they go? Do they think of the pebbles and the thorns That can wound your feet; do they imagine Or ever ponder that distances are not the reason You set out alone: that solitude could have made you Retrace your steps fast enough if you had known.
If you had known that paths lead you somewhere But do not guide you along; sing, sing a lonely song; The paths are just tracks, trails to be followed And life is still to be walked along.
