Which way to go, my Lord?

My wishes, my whims, my accord

Are irrelevant, nothing worth to record

Alone by myself, I can't strike a chord

We walk on, we walk away

Does this Time-place worth for long stay?

Lord, which way to go, which way?

We don't need extra time here, not a day!

When the Fantasy was full to overflow

We wanted the Seat right at the front Row

So People would see Us, we could see the Show

Now Your Brightness makes us miss the Shadow

Your Shadow, that shades this bumpy Ride

Thanks, this Journey has pruned off our excess Pride

We know now, not a minute we were ever without Guide

Your Guides, who lead us precisely to Your Side

In more than one Mysterious Way

You guided us to shun the Roads of Astray

You led us to avoid the Traps of Regret

Somewhere inside our Hearts they're firmly set

Which way to go, my Beacon Supreme?

Lead me in the Middle, off from any Extreme