From the eyes of the rebel...

...who always walked the beaten path


My entire life has led up to this day.
An endless stream of classes, diligently attended;
Every question in each exam, meticulously answered;
Making the 'right' choices, every single time;
And here I am today, at a crossroads.

One way leads to acceptance, pragmatism;
And a long series of more crossroads;
And an ever stronger urge to choose the 'wrong' way;
And every stronger 'reasons' to stay 'in line'.

The other leads to somewhere, few dare to venture there;
I've not heard of anyone come back, he who trod this way.
Perhaps they find bliss and regret not their choice;
Or maybe they perish before we hear their voice.

And I stand here at this crossroads, every muscle tense;
Must I listen to my heart, or must I hear sense?
Just this once, the choice is mine, and I will take my time.