The Path

Walking an unknown path
knowing it is right
the path less travelled
visibly alone, in sight
as sounds of pebbles,
knocks the silence of the night
so does the dirt of my mind
disperse, with a quick insight
i have dug trenches on the path
and have buried my might
all along, surrendering myself
to a friend called fright
i fill old ones, i fall sometimes
dont give up the walk, self incites
dawn seems near, as day fills night
i realise, this way is right as the path becomes bright.