There Is No Way; We Make The

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits

What The Poet Is Searching For Is Not The Fundamental I But The Deep You.

Don't Try To Rush Things: For The Cup To Run Over, It Must First Be Filled.

Wanderer, Your Footsteps Are The Road, And Nothing More; Wanderer, There Is No Road, The Road Is Made By Walking. By Walking One Makes The Road, And Upon Glancing Behind One Sees The Path. . .

Wayfarer, The Only Way Is Your Footsteps, There Is No Other. Wayfarer, There Is No Way, You Make The Way As You Go. As You Go, You Make The Way And Stopping To Look Behind, You See The Path That Your Feet Will Never Travel Again. Wayfarer, There Is No Way- Only Foam Trails To The Sea.