The wayfarer,  
Perceiving the pathway to truth,   
Was struck with astonishment.  
It was thickly grown with weeds.   
"Ha," he said,  
"I see that none has passed here  
 In a long time."  
Later he saw that each weed  
Was a singular knife.  
"Well," he mumbled at last,   
"Doubtless there are other roads."