Sometimes the Path of Life
feels like the Path of Death.
I wish I could skip to the preferred end,
the utopia of dreams realized,
free from struggle, free from wont.
A place anywhere but Here.
Yet Here I am.
There looks so far away.
Elusive and blurred.
Distant yet near.
One quick twist, or one heroic leap.
and I will get There.
But the shortcuts extend the road
and intensifies the agony.
The more I avoid the road to There,
the longer I stay trapped in Here.
I must walk the Path
from Here to There.
And though the Path feels like Death,
it’s a Path that narrows toward Life.