High Road

Time moves on we grow old; Life, for some will take its toll; Strifeful heart must I avoid take road less travelled ascending road that path take, ascending high above the Murk, of yesterday, remove from mind those days behind let sink beneath this present time. Soul at peace better 'tis, than darkened heart full of grime; turn one's back, walk away allow not strife to have its way; Tempus Fugit, humanity spared, E equals M C squared; Time Moves On, Unfurls its Plan, Reveals its Mold, restrains our hands; Conform we Must, or Broken Be 'tis the System them or me; I choose mine o'er other way Freedom I Must Retain.