A dark and lonely rutted track
That leads to somewhere far away.
A journey with no time to slack
Upon the quester’s weary way.
To search for truth, forgotten long,
Or wealth that waits, so bright and grand;
To strive to right a wretched wrong,
Or win a gentle maiden’s hand.
In days long past such quests were done,
But even now some quests remain.
So choose a goal, then towards it run;
And then you’ll reign.