Jones For Legacy

Like a portrait already painted but needing a little more color I am not done and I can not go on. Two roads and I have taken the one less traveled upon. It has been discarded but it has made all the difference. The path is covered with oversized bushes and thorn stems. You can not see all the trail for it has grown scattered grass. The other way was much clearer but its simplicity scared me. Life is not unadorned. Life is not uncomplicated. Life is imbalanced. Like a perfectly bitten apple thrown onto a concrete ground in front of a fire hydrant I am not hesitant to fight for work. My legacy has not been satisfied, my labor bears incomplete. Like a portrait already painted but needing a little more color I am not done and I can not go on.