"The road less traveled"
Frost was and is still onto something.
We, humans are so scared and dependent:
Waiting for someone establish and cultivate a barefaced modus operandi.
Instead we need to put our foot down and tell Destiny,
"This is what I want and this how it's going to be
and I don't care who has or who hasn't done it this way
This is my way, my road".
Constructing this new road is painstaking, labouring and
scares the masses.
They see the bumps, cobbled stones, and the cracks.
They gape at, gawk at and anticipate my stumbles, as they glide on their gilded, paved road.
But when I make it to my Celestial City, they'll look at their makeshift tents and weep;
Looking for a shortcut in the forest, which separates the Land of Milk and Honey
and their Barren Wasteland.
with Victory at hand, I will