My path

[Barbarian]

Landscape of Years presents uneven ground;
among the pits and crags bright treasure lies.
But it is rare and and far more rarely found.
And found not long before the brightness dies.

Alone without a guide we mostly go.
Distractions come with every darkened bend
Betraying plans we make before we know
where any such digressions come to end.

I knew so little when my walk was new
I learned so slowly as I went along.
So willful and undisciplined, it's true.
So many times my choices turned out wrong.

The means by which at last I came this far,
I kept my eye upon your constant star.