DO I HAVE TO GO.

Do I have to go,

Down Life's dusty road,

To walk the palm of fates hand,

Or, is this my will saying so.

Who chooses what is in store for us?

To be tested by crisis until no more,

Conformed to the way of the master plan;

Reaping all for a prize to last whilst 

Weathering the storms,

And bending your mind below this dusty land,

Shoes tread longing for so long become tired  

And worn.

Making sacrifices for smooth roads,

Traveling for a peaceful heart, comfort of mind

While the wind blows; me like a grain

Of sand to be constantly sown.