The Road Less Traveled

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Perhaps the road is only rocky

because it needs to be paved.

Yet, my own mind is my enemy,

and to it I feel enslaved.

I am formed by my beliefs,

masked as truths,

so deeply engraved.

Can I really blame feeling deprived

on a world so cruel and depraved?

Grasping for a sense of direction,

I stop…

waiting to be saved.

However, I am the only one

who can relinquish that power I’ve waived.

How is it so easy to forget all the hardships that I've braved?

Revisiting only the darkness, I retreat into my cave.

What’s would the world look like if I explored the life I’ve craved?

But those who fight for change often come off as misbehaved.

Yet, I'm convinced

that many social norms

are what make us dig our graves.

So..

perhaps this untraveled, rocky road

is merely waiting to be paved.

And I’m not here to make ripples

I’m here to make waves.