One goes in straightforward ways,
One in a circle roams:
Waits for a girl of his gone days,
Or for returning home.
But I do go -- and woe is there --
By a way nor straight, nor broad,
But into never and nowhere,
Like trains -- off the railroad.
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But I do go - and woe is there - By a way nor straight, nor broad, But into never and nowhere, Like trains - off the railroad. creating a destiny for one's own self. tony