A Path of My Own
Walking along a narrow trail,
Following another’s footsteps, as is bound in invisible chains.
Never swaying left or right.
Never pausing, never stopping.
Like a herd of cattle we amble along.
A side trail forks off the main trail,
Looking as though no one has traveled that way.
For once I pause, for once I resist.
Why should I have others control my life?
To have them live through me?
No, I should be able to live my own life,
Not have it lived for me,
To take that treacherous step,
Is to turn away from the forced life I had known,
To step out into the unknown, to live my life,
To break these chains.
I take that step, leaving all fears behind me,
Now that I have taken a path all my own,
I have a life of new, a life of adventure,
Everything seems unknown,
As I pass over my old life now and again,
I wonder what might of happened that day, had I not taken that one step.
--Destony Gilchrist
