Footsteps

There is only one place, where you began;

and only one other place, where you will crow.

Where we’ll wander, none may know:

we’re all going, where we need to go.

Mould your hands and knead the dough:

your conscience speaks, the tide is low.

Where we’ll wander, none may know:

we’re all going, where we need to go.

The swallow leaps, yet the arrow’s slow;

I puff my cheeks, but my breathing’s faux.

Where we’ll wander, none may know:

we’re all going, where we need to go.

You wonder why, I left you so;

you ask to speak; I don’t say no.

Where we’ll wander, none may know:

we’re all going, where we need to go.