The Road Less Traveled

Perhaps the road is only rocky

because it’s meant to be paved.

Yet my own mind is my enemy,

to which I feel enslaved.

I am shaped by my beliefs,

masked as truths,

so deeply engraved.

But can I really blame my sense of lack

on a world so cruel and depraved?

Grasping for direction,

I pause…

waiting to be saved.

But I’m the only one

who can reclaim the power I’ve waived.

How is it so easy to forget

the hardships I’ve braved?

Instead, I revisit only the dark,

retreating to my cave.

What might the world become

if I explored the life I’ve craved?

Those who fight for change

are often called misbehaved—

but maybe it’s the social norms

that dig our early graves.

So…

perhaps this untraveled, rocky road

is simply waiting to be paved.

And I’m not here to make ripples.

I’m here to make waves.