With a map of the land

Some stolen luck

And a compass in hand

I walk through the trees

Where the wind whispers low

Of the clues to your secrets

You want me to know

But you talk in such riddles

To one with no sense

Of direction to follow

The instructions you left

Still persistent am I

To make pieces fit

Ill continue to walk

So don't ask me to sit

For to travel this far

And to see what I've seen

Gives me the knowledge

To know what you mean