Untraveled Wilderness

I wonder what’s on that untraveled path It looks detached from the human race That mud-spattered trail has no footsteps I wonder if it was ever taken by anyone A shepherd and his sheep, a mule skinner perhaps The shrubbery on this way are yearning for human touch I stand at a distance to see where it takes I stand to see this barren region and one dying lake It leads to the mountain of fairies, people say Then why we don’t ever go this way It is cursed and so are the mountains, they say I wonder what is more blessed and motherly than the mountains I wonder who will first traverse this trail, and take away its pain I wonder who will first leave a trace of footsteps on this secluded course I've seen countless paths forsaken; countless forlorn roads