The Narrow Way

Upon the broad open prairies of possibilities each compass degree direction calls to freedom every nascence in the hope of dreams lingers predicting natures ever present connections No need to ponder an ideals rejection unencumbered by expectation footsteps lost in the faith of random find their destiny the way of the soul Take the narrow way burden between the fences begin searching for alive while living grasping at life and unsatisfied meaning Walk alone amidst the throng tramping to the beat of so many other feet take the one way a single unequivocal end awaits The drudgery of obeisance heads in quiet sadness forget the sun in the nation of stars and predetermine the voice of the heart to speak the only conviction of How the narrow way is taken its sign post struck to anvil and stone turnstile for the future payment to come gloating and goading to the illusions of freedom But there, there upon the grasslands each compass point of so many dreams the random footsteps find their faith to destiny lift their eyes to the sun in her nation of stars Ever free to follow wander on the whims of unfettered hearts lay aside those burdensome of mere existance deceptions and take alive to the soul of life