A religious man told me that the road I was on was dangerous, and that theirs was not. |
- Roads Of Gold- by Keaton Foster Roads of gold Onward They go Not for me But for others I see them walking Stumbling along Singing some song Out of tune They don’t know The actual words Every other verse Is made up They swear This is how it goes No one close Dares to question What they are confessing Such pompous trash What they do And how they do it Gets under my skin I stand right here In these shadows Detesting who they are What they will become I’m unlike them In every possible way All the roads That I traverse Are not made of Costly metals Or precious stones All the roads That I navigate Are mud Jagged stones Bits and pieces Of things not known Some parts are smooth But most seem difficult Damn near impassible I sing no songs Hum no tunes I mumble my way along Upright and proud For being who I am And nothing like them A man of principle Standing upright Roads of gold Go off to a place That they alone Are sure they belong Is God down that way Beyond What they assume Past all that is known Out there at the end Of all that they wish I’m not sure But they seem like they are They walk, stumbling Singing their own song Praying to their own God Saying follow me But if you please Stay a ways back So that I alone Am sure to get there Long before you Long before all else Roads of gold The way they see it Destination Heaven The way I see it A direct path To an external prison Where they will be kept Confined by the idea That there is nothing more Than the path That they are presently on And the end of such a path I don’t believe as they do I won’t I’ll outright refuse Upon my own Dangerous thoroughfares And deciding crossroads I have come to find a way Sure at times it is hell Some days I become lost But some days I am found In the end One thing that I’m certain of I will get to where it is I myself truly belong… Roads Of Gold Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |