I did not go prepared upon a quest: To dare abandon life, and honest home, And first trespass in lands unsafe to roam Was surely error, even at my best. My days were long, with lessons harsh to learn. The nightly dreams of glory lost their gold; The wonders of the trail soon grew old. At last, I dropped all plans except "return". But then, I'd left the marked and easy track. I wandered blindly through the haunted lands, Went on past friends, charged through at false commands, Forgot the map — and no roads now lead back. The quest I thought abandoned comes again: A hero I'll become, or here remain.