Wanderer

I walked the cobbled, mudded path.
Destined without knowing.
I know not, and need not know,
to where i will be lead.
The path it knows, only too well,
where my steps will cease to step.
The day decieves with skies azure.
The blackbirds melody,
and pine to lure.
Certainty remains unclear,
direction not my choice.
I keep to the mudded, cobbled path,
and await the trial of fate.