when every step feels right
but no destination lies in sight
can we declare our own intent?
shout out aloud a plan?

how shallow and injudicious life can be
when pride is hurt and comes before
an all too obvious a fall

so where does the answer lie?

there is a route
between the fortress and the open sky
hidden in the valley, a winding path
that leads along the mountain edge

sure footed, carefully we tread
quietly, slowly, ever up

fences and ditches protection make
but add frustration, and prison bars
if our destiny is one day to reach
where Venus lies alongside Mars