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Where am I, where am I?
Is there a Path for me to find?
Do we all just stumble blind,
Or is it something to unwind?
My father told me: he said, son,
Your teenage life has just begun,
I'll teach you how to plow and load your gun,
I'll teach you chores and trade, and hunt,
And tell you lots of handy stuff,
But there's one thing, and I won't bluff,
It's a question even Gramps thought to be tough,
I came closer, was all ears,
When he spoke I broke in tears.
He looked me right in the eye,
His voice had no trace of a lie:
Where am I, where am I?
Is there a Path for me to find?
Do we all just stumble blind,
Or is it something to unwind?
When I grew up, I had a son,
I taught him how to load a gun,
To hold the reins, to read the notes,
And how a tractor's motor works,
I taught him class, some good words
And where to find the healthy herbs,
I taught him much, just like my dad,
But there's something I told my lad:
Where am I, where am I?
Is there a Path for me to find?
Do we all just stumble blind,
Or is it something to unwind?
Where am I, where am I?
That's something just for you to find.
There's a Path, don't stumble blind!
That is something for you to derive!