The Road
Far down the road I'm paving
An anxious thought begins to creep,
That it may not lead me where I'm craving
And it may not bring me where I need.
Initially I credited my doubt
To sloth and intolerance of pain.
But time endorsed my wish to change the route,
Since my efforts on the current go in vain.
As if others sniffed my hesitation
I got an offer to construct with them
The highway leading to a utopian location
Which they call a Promised Land.
But I refused to join the crowd
Enslaved by ego, fears and bills
So I tore the contract up and said out loud:
"The only road I'll take would be the one I've built!"
I've considered walking back,
Stepping on the stones I've laid
And starting over with a novel track
Working under freedom's shade.
An insight struck before I made a move.
That there ain't no roads right nor wrong,
Only ones that people build and ones they disapprove.
So I pondered whether all my doubts were incited by the throng?
The road, with all its twists and bumps, was mine
Now I only needed to adjust the course.
I continued paving towards the land I longed to find
And at the corner I abandoned my remorse.
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