The World Is My Dinner Plate

The world is my dinner plate my wilderness school there are many varities of dishes laid out for me to swallow to chew to spew many things to choose oh, the lessons are many and not all fun the Lord has a since of humor sometimes not but, I find the world can be hot and sometimes very cold there are too many teachers to many tests the textbook of life is mostly ignored by the crowd and Babylon is great but, I am in the world but not of it and I stubbornly resist the road most traveled by the crowd oh, the road less traveled the road Frost speaks so highly is the one I travel and oh the rocks are steep and sharp and the devil hides in the bushes throughing his rocks of criticism making fun of me the fingers of those in the floating building the one with the Babylonians all pointing their fingers of scorn and all that I would consider **** the world is my dinner plate and I sometimes sample the good skip the bad because I am a picky eater I am the least seen in the theater just one of the observers hiding along with one of the props someday I expect to recieve my crown and rise to meet my Savior and recieve my graduation papers that would mean my exit papers.