On a long road I walked
And a long stretch still lying ahead
The journey had been tough
But I followed the footprints
The footprints of my guide
Telling me the way
In the darkness of night
And during bright sunny day
My guide is very wise
He allows me to think
Constantly he tries
Not to drop any hint
Of what may happen next
In either picture or text
You wonder what kind of guide he is?
What footprints he leaves?
Deep inside me he lives
And question marks he gives
Following them I move ahead
Searching the answers, moving to the end.
