The road ahead of us is long and winding,
The road is barren, yet overflowing with integrity.
Very few venture down this way,
Very few are similar to us.
The seldom few whom wander our way
Will deviate as swiftly as they appeared.
The seldom sprinkling whom stroll to here
Only linger for an invisible insubstantial instant.
This road may be more challenging...
But the fruit it bears is much more meaningful.
The road of truth is much more rewarding,
Than its relative, the road of myth.
The road of myth is a path of lies and deceit
An avenue used to ensnare the immature's innocence,
A road to deliver humanity...
Directly to the dealer of despair.
So many chose the path of myth.
Chose what they see as an easy out.
Although it is harder to depart from the lies,
To get away from the seemingly simpler way.
There is still hope that not everyone will be consumed.
It is not impossible to turn yourself around
The key is to see.
To see the wrongs you have done,
To see the pain you have caused.
See through everyone's lies
See through the murky lagoon where you've been placed.
See through your slander and trickery.
Only then can you find your self on track.
On track with the path of truth.
