I walk a lonely path,
And I've seen its wrath.
It's long and curled,
Yet it's all I know in this world.
It's a road of kindness,
Of happiness and mildness,
It's about seeing and giving,
And it's my only way of living.
Someone was down bereft,
As I trod onto my left.
So I sat with them under a banyan,
To be a good companion.
Someone was very benight,
As I looked to my right.
So I moved off my aisle,
And tried to make them smile.
Someone was broken down the road,
Ignored and left alone by the hoard.
So I paused and made them a meal,
Hoping that'd help them heal.
Someone's shrieks made me alert,
And I helped thinking they were hurt.
And then I was accused of abuse,
When all I wanted was to be of use.
I don't know where it hurts,
But I was sure that it does.
So I went to the healer,
Who told me I'm a feeler.
So thus I went ahead,
With no one but the sun overhead.
I found everyone all aligned,
And found myself far behind.