I tried to walk my parents’ road,
Thinking they’d know what’s best for me,
But could not justify the load
Nor do things I did not believe.
I walked my generation’s road,
Thinking it’d be what’s best for me,
Until discovering that their load
Was but a masked conformity.
I took an independent road,
Thinking I’d sense what’s best for me,
And followed intuition’s load
Beyond accepted sanity.
I found myself upon a road,
A quiet road that carried me,
Unburdened me of all my load
And all my thoughts of what should be.
I realize now my life’s a road,
A road upon an inner land,
That cannot predefine its load,
And where it goes is where I stand.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
I tried to walk my parents’ road,
Thinking they’d know what’s best for me,
But could not justify the load
Nor do things I did not believe.
I walked my generation’s road,
Thinking it’d be what’s best for me,
Until discovering that their load
Was but a masked conformity.
I took an independent road,
Thinking I’d sense what’s best for me,
And followed intuition’s load
Beyond accepted sanity.
I found myself upon a road,
A quiet road that carried me,
Unburdened me of all my load
And all my thoughts of what should be.
I realize now my life’s a road,
A road upon an inner land,
That cannot predefine its load,
And where it goes is where I stand.
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