Oh! How many feet have swept dust on many paths?
Paths which ought to remain in the dark; undiscovered
Dust whose affinity ought to be to the threads of a trye;
Tyres of a vehicle and not your feet

Oh! How many shoes have worn-out?
Simply because the legs itched
How much dust many trousers have glued,
simply because the blood boiled

The boiling of blood brings uneasyness;
It causes the heart to pant;
It makes the brain sweat;
It maps out route to several doctors

Hmm, the desperation of the heart causes the feet to itch;
It places thorns on every seat; even the most comfortable ones;
It sets a man out on unknown paths;
It drags a train off its track

Today, i see several trains;
Trains out of track, though still in motion;
Who are the drivers? Are they blind men?
Don't they see they are out of track? Don't they know their motion tends to nought?

Though ways abound all around;
But many lead to death;
Though paths extend everywhere; even from where you stand
But many end at destruction

But i've heard about one who leads;
They said he orders steps
They said he has a penchant for leading;
Only if the blood chills, and the feet refuses to itch.

They said he's GOD.
Sammiee'