STILL ON THE SAME ROAD

I think a lot about things that go unnoticed

About words said without care

About when we hurt with our speeches, even remarks

How much we have helped taught ourselves by ourselves

The wrong things in the wrong ways

Shady people cannot not cheat themselves

That’s how much the truth hurts.

There can’t be too many faces to being right.

There is never more than one truth, no matter how huge the matter is.

We are still on the same road

That same route

Leading to a place, a warehouse maybe

Leading to the same place

That same place, the same rugged path.

Any other path you choose is wrong

And stray you will if you do not heed

When the light is without, darkness is instilled

Like fear, it’s pumped within

Hardly do we be empty

He is either within or without

We can never be at the fence

He has said he would spew out lukewarm

It’s either a cold drink or a hot soup

The middle is never an option

You can’t cheer two teams on the same game

The only balance is good outweighing the bad

There is no 50/50

What are the chances of you surviving?

Walking the rugged route, that stretches into forever.

That same road walked ages by our fathers

Our mothers too hustled on the same street of the same road

That stretched on and on.

Change is certain

But the sands on the road are enduring

And the direction pointed is unchanging

That same road, where all must pass through

We must all pass on at some point

On that same road

Still on the same road