“As the crow flies”,
Going gets easy that way.
Yet the roads I walk on are not straight,
nor, are they above all obstacles.
Winding through the mud
of intertwined individualities
So thick, live sand looks like the ocean
Where do I plant my foot?
Do I sink or swim above
am I strong or has the strength evaded my body?
Do I follow the footsteps of my forefathers
or do I forge a path of my own?
How many are there who share my goal,
what is my goal
does my path have an end?