my precious

all that is gold does not glitter

not all that wander are lost

the road goes ever on and on 

down from the door where it began

now far ahead the road has gone,

and i must follow, if i can

pursuing it with eager feet,

until it joins some larger way

where many paths 

    and errands meet.

and whither then?  

i 

cannot say

JRR tolkien