A choice to make,
a choice to make—
How on earth is one to take
a road which one knows nothing of?
Look above, you say?
Not on earth the answer lies?
If you insist, then I will try….
Why heavens! In the heavens flies
a sparkling Star so bright and spry!
I see the path its shine descries,
so, leaving all my alibis,
I’ll gaze upon this twinkling eye
and to my path its light apply.
Now hear this mystery on my mind—
more curious case you’ll never find—
how when my eyes leave Star’s design
the path to me becomes unkind.
I still can see; I am not blind,
but to a halt my progress grinds.
Yet when I watch the starlight bright
I walk without a fear or fright—
even during darkest night.
I watch the Star and nothing else—
its guidance to me never fails.
So destination near or far,
I keep my eyes upon the Star.