Two paths to take
Which do you choose
the one that everyone says
is right for you. It leads straight
true, to security, where you never
worry about clothes or food. A home
you will surely have three bedrooms and
two baths. Spend your time commuting, lost time
But what does it do to your heart, your soul? Do you want
the life others have selected for you?

The second path is not as easy
It wanders up and down.
There are broken stones
Along the way and steep
climbs you have to make.
It twists and turns you
stumble and fall. You look
back and see others there
shaking their heads
you know they
think you will
fail.

You look forward and see
A hand reaching back one that
you’ve not noticed before, you are
not alone on the journey you never
were. Your soul sings as you push forward.
Wanting only something that you can see. It is
not commercial it might not pay the bills but it gives
you something sitting behind a desk never could. You now
feed your soul and others with what you want, with what
you need to tell the world. You are the one who creates the
magic for others to see, you are a musician, poet, writer of novels.
You tell stories of what is, what was and what could be. You record the
worlds ills and it’s triumphs. You do this not for
money or fame. You do this because
Otherwise your soul will die.