Inert

If only the wind would show me the way. I'd follow.
If only the flames painted me a path, I'd walk.
But what would it be to trail along a track? To be led and not to lead.
Has it never been before?
That you had taken that in which was never offered,
To strengthen and build for them what would never be yours?
No! The path of stones in which you wrote,
They had always let you through.
But what would it be had you chosen the choice
To be led and not to lead.
Would you survive the test of time? Or I.