Pre-Ponderance of Roads Maps

out of sorts like something's missing seems everything in life is preordained vaguely sense today's unfilled blessing maybe that's why life feels estranged once, not enough, maybe all that we get to glean from fields, our fruit and wheat satiate our bellies, taste little regret life's experiences that to us, taste sweet if all of my days have been prearranged then, that just begs the next question must I antlike, walk a path without change can't I wander life with self-expression there's a price to be paid for stayin' there's a price to be paid just to go nothin' we don't know, I'm just sayin' every goodbye is rebalanced with hello roads there are many, fulfillment ahead the road not taken, the one less traveled makes a difference, stitching this thread before our days on Earth come unraveled so we're back to fork at current crossroad and look down each, as far as can be seen before we pick a path, next to be followed to drive through life in our timeless machine © Goode Guy 2011-12-15