Outside the clear glass I spied the racing trees Then I moved down quick to see the open seas And in all that time I thought my feet were fleet That my own two legs had brought the even beat Yet the sounds I heard were not the steps I feel But the clack click clack of locomotive steal For where the train would go no one could look to me Still I could step here, there, and choose the sights I see Then when I reached the front I turned to look clear back To find my twisted walk lined down a railroad track Now when I plan what steps I think I need to take I then recall that trip not of my own clear make For all the choice we make and all the paths we stroll Come from a trip long planned to reach a grander goal