I CANNOT SAY

Whether it is wrong or right

Harsh or kind

I cannot say

For I am stranded.

Whether the path is covered leaves dead

Or blossoms white

I cannot say

I am merely a traveller

Led too far astray.

I cannot say

I cannot say

Whether the light will

Fall though the gaps in the roof

Or glide over the patches of farmlands

Again.

I cannot say

If the sky will turn blue 

Or if it will ever cease to rain

Again.

I cannot say

If we will keep on wandering

Until we realise

That there was no path

But the one that led

To the start.