“One Goes In Straightforward Ways”
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.
I went looking for love
On a straight and narrow path
I did not find what I was looking for.
Other routes less traveled
I found the answer
To all my prayers and hopes
But my love
She did not desire
I am left with no more trails to roam
For only she can be the one