I'm trying to find a poem that talks about blazing your own trail or walking along your own road or your own way and others will follow. If you know what this is, please let me know. Thanks.

The Explorer by Kipling

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sometimes the road not taken, is not taken for a reason.

This probably isn't what you had in mind, exactly, but it is amusing....

Poem: "a place in Philly" by Charles Bukowski from Bone Palace Ballet: New Poems © Black Sparrow Press, 1997.

a place in Philly

there's nothing like being young
and starving,
living in a roominghouse and
pretending to be a
writer
while other men are occupied
with their professions and
their possessions.
there's nothing like being
young and
starving,
listening to Brahms,
your belly sucked-in,
nary an ounce of
fat,
stretched out on the bed
in the dark,
smoking a rolled
cigarette
and working on the
last bottle of
wine,
the sheets of your
writing strewn across the
floor.
you have walked on and across
them,
your masterpieces, and
either
they'll be read in
hell,
or perhaps
gnawed at by the
curious
mice.
Brahms is the only
friend you have,
the only friend you
want,
him and the wine
bottle,
as you realize that
you will never
be a citizen of the
world,
and if you
live to be very
old
you still will never
be a citizen of the
world.
the wine and
Brahms mix well as
you watch the
lights
move across the
ceiling,
courtesy of
passing
automobiles.
soon you'll sleep
and
tomorrow there
certainly
will be
more
masterpieces.