That's the risk, of following a master,

Sometimes,

Its not your path, the path you would have chosen,

Sometimes,

It's not the ideal path,

But it is a path.

A path blessed by its spirit.

Easy to the faithful,

And hard for the intruder.

Your master could walk it, surely,

His footsteps secure.

You could walk it, surely,

If its spirit accepted you.

You could walk it surely,

If you did the work,

If you were studious,

If you were diligent,

If your potential had worth,

If your promises had worth,

If you were a man,

Who paid his debts.

But what option do you have?

What is your path without your master?

Without the school that raised you?

This is your path!

The one that was made for you.

You are its spirit.

Mold me and shape me,

I’m willing to be,

The being walking,

To the place your taking me.

You only know what is before you,

The steps in your vicinity.

This is what’s available,

And this is what is great.

I’m willing to walk the long road.

I’m willing to enter,

To work and to toil,

To earn and to be valued,

I’m willing to walk the path,

That my master walked.

I believe in my worth.

This path has many friends,

Who I’ll surely meet,

This path has many gatekeepers,

Who will surely test me,

How far can I go?

Can my potential pay,

For the distance ahead?

The entrance is easy to walk,

But along the road,

The respect is great,

For the those who have walked it.

For those who passed the checkpoint.

The entrance is east to walk,

For those who bowed their heads,

The path is easy to walk,

For those who have been tested.

But further ahead, it is mountainous,

Further ahead, the price is much more,

Than mere potential.