I found this hard to write about because of my path, because of what I have put my poor mind through understanding my path.
So to express these feeling that finding that road to walk on that makes me happy is important to me, I wrote this poem.
I do hope it comes across.
This road less travelled
The motorway for all,
Is boot to bonnet deep,With the proletariat sheep,
And the middle class a sleep.
Looking for the same thing,
That shows them as different fools,But it's only money they loose,
Dangling from a conformists noose.
Bitterness chills the air with frost,
Occupying all surface exposed,Yet a warmth inside me grows,
With ever single breath I blow.
Because I stroll this B road,
Nature trying to hide the way,That I walk on every day,
No matter what the people say.
I'm happy on my own path,
With the under growth all levelled,And the brambles all unravelled,
Walking on the road less traveled.
