An Unmarked Path, Part 2

Though this poem has no path it strays and moves with startling speed no warnings on your road or rather, not a solid path It’s one you charge into Create your own instead of following another's. But maybe our story here is how there is no path the world gives no manual and all is on your own. There is no end in sight to this rambling work of art quality has lost import but thoughts are coming through it helps the story pass my mind and gives some help for it to leave so maybe next I'll write in gloss and nobody will read