No face that launched a thousand ships
Yet no reason to return ashore;
The paths had clearly diverged in two
And I took the one travelled before.
But yet I'm still lost for all my looking--
Is it truth or is it lore?
There's no map now of where I'm headed,
No compass give me direction;
And when I look to the stars and skies
The clouds obscure my vision.
So all that's left to carry me through
Is heart...
(...and a good proper dose of friendship)
