Etched in stone
Emblazoned on pavement and field
Be a soothsayer
A wise, old sage
Conjure an image of the world I will conquer
Spell out the battles I must fight
Give me courage to enter a world, shrouded in mystery
Life, be a compass
Guide me out onto adventure
Guide me home
It is not that I fear misfortune
It is not that I fear death
I just fear approaching and walking down a path that is not my own
Is this battle, this stalemate, this moment my own?
Will today lead to the path that is mine to walk down?
Will there be another chance to set it right tomorrow?