The Light

In a place benowst to me, I stare at pathways far away, To find a light that shines most bright, I travel them but can't discern, Which is prudent plot of course, I look to see where I have gone, But no clue comes to me from past, I see the focused few in live, I follow them for short lived time, I see the flighty serpentine, I follow them for shortlived time, I see the flighty serpentine, I follow them for shortlived time, I see indifference standing still, I stand with them for time until, I see the thinkers mapping out, And so I nap with them a course, To what appears to be its source, But in the midst of scheming this, The plotted path is still amiss, It seems that no one I do know, Has found a way to find this glow, And then in corner eye I see, A trail revealed to only me, And then I curse a wasted day, Cause all along I knew the way.