Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them through rusty gates and broken doors Where will I be led whom shall I follow Are their directions better than my own? Will I lead myself down the garden path? confusion Perplexed by messages What will satisfy? Is there meaning to life? Blind guides speak loudly painting pretty pictures on my mind Enticing me with their magic They speak like they know They want me to see what they think they see It is so close just over the next horizon Purpose, serenity Being at one with the universe Peace, love, understanding I pick up a book It warns me there is but one way Directed to the only Son A gift from the Father The creator of all things Earthly wisdom to be ignored become as a little child The opposite of all that I had known A single narrow path I am slowly guided along no longer alone I know who I will follow I am on the road to home