This life, a road –
the way prepared for me,
signs to guide my way,
and yet, I get lost.
disobedience – throw me off,
I’ve chosen tougher routes,
broken down and been sidelined.
And yet, the road still beckons,
invites progression, thrills.
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
my father liked to say, and so…
I push ahead, keep motoring,
trust the obstacles – more lessons –
will polish off the rough patches,
eventually help me shine.