My Path - a Metaphorical Poem {??} for Sunday Muse

Surreal Image by Robert Jahn

I walk a narrow road 

more narrow than 

the width of my foot 

It has no curbs 

nor a fence 

and 

not a shoulder at all

No intersections 

except 

for one 

One for the 

light beam walkers and 

most of them can fly 

Fly as the June bug 

the one who 

flies to its death 

trying 

trying to get to the light 

For the light I have no desire 

that path I'll not try 

My desire is to make it 

make it to the other side 

In one piece if I may 

falls are hard and 

there's no one 

to help 

Some never make it up 

their lifeless bodies 

waiting for the hearse 

Others give it up 

they're tired of trying 

so they too 

wait for the hearse 

The hearses go 

in two directions, 

up 

and 

down 

Like an elevator where 

gravity 

pulls it down 

The desirable path 

for us is 

straight across 

Straight and narrow 

is the path to take, 

leave it not 

Left or right 

those ways lead quickly 

quickly lead to 

Down

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I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #237 

https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/11/sunday-muse-237.html?m=1 

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