The moose is quite a majestic creature, standing so tall with its antlers reaching to the sky, being on all fours, standing, silent, watching, listinging, waiting, will time erase this creatures existance, or will it enlighten the footsteps taken in its journey, the wisdom of this creature has been seen once before, no man could understand this creature in any way, i know this for i am a man, but it also depends of what definition, you use these words, lable me as on way or another, man, child or boy, so what do i do, when these vissions are so vital to pen, i know not what swimms within me, what is within myself, within this mind, and not know myself so well, of which knows more than i will ever realize, with such a spirit watching over me, ancent in age, so that the hills cant remember its beginning, the vewry birth of this creature is a mystery, this is a question i will never know, so with all my past footsteps, hard times, i'm lead through it all by a guide i will never understand, so i will find a way to keep my love, and lead myself down this path, to the holy grail of my quests, to answer this question, the moose with its majestic formality, rusing up with a sturn, masterful, knowledgefull, peaceful, a loveable stance over all the fields, so the question is
where does this road lead?