Riddonkulous

I walk a road that leaves no dust, I trade in questions, doubt, and trust. I till no soil, yet in each mind I plant a seed, then step behind. My voice can turn a page of thought, From I know nothing to I’ve fought. I hoist no crown, yet day by day I polish futures, word by ray. I hold no reins, yet gently steer Those lost in fog toward somewhere clear. I carry maps that none can see, To guide you where you choose to be. I vanish when the summers bloom, Return with bells in autumn’s gloom. I am the lantern on your track, The quiet mentor at your back. I am the sculptor of tomorrow’s youth, The steady guide of hidden truth. Called many names in every land, What am I, who shapes by hand?