I do not have the answers for the questions that you ask
I do not have directions for your quest, your sacred task
I will commit to nothing that will give your soul respite
I cannot help but drift off as you tell me of your plight
I have a path somewhere that waits for me to forge it new
I have a walking stick that needs a splinter and some dew
Don't look for me to steady my feet here and sit with you
Don't follow me, for I may not lead, nor likely follow you....
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