Higher Ground

To slip into the role of passenger

Ambling down the road of life

Not weary, not trying

Simply getting by

 

Oh how I enjoy to fall into anonymity

It is so deeply pleasing not to press

Not to try, simply to be

But I know that road & I know where it leads

 

Anonymity leads me into dissatisfaction

It leads me into depression

It leads me towards a death that I have no interest in

No, that road is not the road for me

 

There is another road, well more of a trail

The road less traveled, the higher ground

The trail is thing & it is easy to fall from

But the views are spectacular and the smiles are genuine

 

 

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