I want to take a road that leads to a secret nook,
Where a man can swing a heavy ax,
And be read in just one look.
I want to take a road that leads to a lovely glen,
Where the pine trees sway and the sky is filled
With the songs of a passing wren.
I want to take a road
That knows the sting of the rain,
Where the head bows low in the face of the storm
Even though the flesh feels pain.
I want to take a road where a man can be a friend
To the great god Pan, the birds, and the trees,
And feel the kiss of the wind.
I want to take a road that goes to God knows where.
A road that swings over hills and vales
Where a man can breathe fresh air.
Yu/stan/kema (age 20).