This path.

I am scared to walk in the snow,
pushing my future as I go,
an easiness would come from paths,
cobbled ways laid from their pasts.

But they do not reach my goal,
the ultimate house of this soul.
Instead they curve and spite the trail,
still we prefer them to prevent fail.

... The path I will walk
will be drawn by me
and I will face its tragedy.
I will face it's spiralled mess,
and let the next walk with easiness.