| Written: MAY 23, 2003 |
They say that life is a long road,
But there they are wrong.
For some it is a plateau even and level,
Others have mountains for which they may never overcome.
Those of us in between are better off, are we?
I’ve had my share of broken ground,
And either no one to help, or rejecting it outright.
I carry onwards, whether I have backtracked or made a turn wrong,
Who can say, I’m not dead yet, again whether that is good or ill.
I have to look to better moons, to light my dark ways.
Seeking the soft lights to guide me in my transgressions….
Then after all this we are told to gain the stair,
Travel to the glories we’ve bought ourselves in the light.
What if few these are and we cannot purchase our way to the top?
Do we sit there waiting for help, can we rise above ourselves?
Would the stairs drop out and plunge us to do it all over again,
Possibly, but if that is the case I wish to be born better.
Am I fit to ascend the ivory steps? Or am I to descend the onyx.
And the most frightening in these times, do we even care?
Perhaps the steps are just steps of perception,
And the one who wrote their ideas was mistaken…
