I walked thousands of paths.
I have walked them with the meek,
With the strong,
With the devout,
And the unfaithful.

These paths lead me
To my own nothingness.
I am willing to follow,
But not to lead.
I try to go on my own,
There is nothing there.

I can’t find the path.
I fall to my knees,
Close my eyes,
And begin.
I ask for help,
And I don’t hear a response.
I awake from my private slumber
To see a light.
It is faint and weak.
I run towards it
With nothing left to lose.

I finally reach the light.
The path is there.
It is mine,
And I can finally follow myself,
And only myself.