Path

I don't know where this path will lead me and yet I keep on walking.
My feet are tired and my mind is lost along the repetitious sign posts, these warnings and puzzles, promises and arrows, I can do nothing but hope I get it right.
I carry a pack with all of my learning, wisdom I once called it, and hope that it will be enough to guide me when the sun gives up to the moon.
How much easier it would be if only I could believe it has all been laid out before me, before I was here, a plan and a purpose, a path that was made only for me.