I know so much
Yet not enough
I know my path
Shall be rough

I know that the wind
Does indeed blow
To which does it end
Be it fast or be it slow

I know that my heart
Should lead the way
Yet when the paths do part
To which should I stay

Should I stay upon
The path that leads to grace
Should I dance down
The once that has eternity's face

I know so much
Yet I am still a child
Knowledge is ironic
In how it is so wild

Can one ever
Truly know the path to take
Or is it a game
Cruel of Fate?

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 696 AF.