We took the path.
I did the math.
I had the say.
I led the way.
I showed the door.
And now there are four.
We are down the road.
I have very much slowed.
This was not the landscape.
To which I thought we’d escape.
There will be no ‘me’ here.
To die unhappy I fear.
To correct the error I make,
from the good path everyone I take.
When I think about the real cure.
One seems better than four to endure.
The three followed me,
so this fellowship shall be!
