The Right Path Lays Open Before Me

The walking in the cold was like this:
 Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them
 The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a
 Sign I xould follow and know:
 the right path laid open before me.
 And if I had walked with your feet and your legs,
 I would have felt like a very beautiful one.
 Same attitude: I've got same nerves!
 Same language I'm writing, though I don't
 Understand a word of what you try to say.
 I know each word of those words was chosen
 And rehearsed a long time before I got into
 The room and felt no-adapted.
 So, from one place to another, from this place to another,
 You can walk through the cold
 and not just if you have planned to,
 Cause I can't guess what you expect-
 And from minute I know: the right path lays open before me,
 Though it doesn't lead me anywhere in particular