The Way

What was it that you did,
To make you who you are?
Or is your story one of resistance,
Despite the guiding star,

Residing in each of us since our birth,
Lighting up the true path,
The one filled with magical sights and sounds,
Rather than with disappointment and wrath?

Or e’en a mixture of the two extremes,
Though some say that’s the best,
No person deserves the best life can give,
If it’s denied the rest.

But wait, is it?
P’haps there’s a path for all,
Denied by most because their eyes are closed,
For they’ve been told they shouldn’t have the gall.

It's Not Over

Those things you used to do,
In the throes of your youth,
Directed not by your mind, but by blood,
Before you even knew,

Continue on in the lives of others,
Will continue past them,
While you stand in front of the toilet bowl,
Wondering when the next thing will begin,

For life does not end with a certain year,
Unless you make it so,
You could stop it at your first obstacle,
Before you even know,

What it's about,
Which is all up to you,
There's never been one single ideal life,
You could discern from an outsider's view.