We took a trip down an old path
And saw some things we didn’t like
There were glass houses that had been shattered
And homes with open doors
There were patches of brown grass and overgrown weeds
Ruled and governed by dandelions
We saw those things and understood
The path had not been manicured
It stood as it was with no apologies
And no fresh coats of paint
The old path was worth the visit
But we left it there, unchanged
And walked back to the main road.
