The Path

He had, 

in his feet,

an eerie sense of direction,
a reliable map,

a mystic compass

which directed him so that,

no matter which path he took,
he never found himself 
that lost.

Of course,
to be lost

one must first have in mind

a destination.

For an Old-Time Wanderer

like him,

this made getting lost 

nigh unto impossible.

The Path,
you see,

was the Destination.