The path of life
A complex way
No beacons there
...No footprints say

Beware the perils
Of the virgin trail
No point of reference
....No maps to tell

Of a sanctuary
Should the need arise
That haven of refuge
Where threatened skies

Intense the journey
....Hazy at times
Yet..through the murk
A joy we find

For we discover
As we travel on
Not once are we ever
....On the road....alone

James B. Earley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/virgin-trail/