Traveler, there is no path.
The path is made by walking.

Traveller, the path is your tracks
And nothing more.
Traveller, there is no path;
The path is made by walking.
By walking you make a path
And turning, you look back
At a way you will never tread again.
Traveller, there is no road,
Only wakes in the sea.

 

Antonio Machado