As I wobble alone on my well driven road
Often I am amazed at how far I can go.
What with obstacles present that I have placed there
I do tend to run over them in much despair.
Since I’ve travelled it many times, I should well know
That because they are there, my life journey is slowed.
But I do this through habit. At first it was hard
To maneuver through rubbish I’d placed in my way.
But through practice and effort, I push right on through.
It is odd that I think this is what I must do.
A hard path that’s made easy by toil through the day
Is a wound that re-heals itself as it is scarred.
Mere electrons don’t even go for the hard route.
They will find the best path that will lead them to source.
All the forces in nature obey common sense.
It would follow that I would do well to commence
Finding new paths through freedom my soul can endorse.
I embellish my journey through life’s hanging fruit.