There's a path.
Only one way to walk.
Thorny branches hiding another way.
A path dug by man,
Mother's and their friends.
A path to only be enjoyed,
Once you've reached the very end.
Drivers of success,
Navigators of greed.
A path in the shadows of peace.
Once with gravel of expectations...
Stones keep getting in my shoes.
Im tired of walking,
Repeatedly,
Down this one way road.
Tired of the sound of moaning,
Gloating,
Sad voices.
This civilised path,
Governed,
Safe.
I think I will scream if another step I must take.
Venture through the thorns...
The scratches on our skin will heal.