The road to truth
By beamish
One day when you wake
From your half baked dream you call life
Eyes finally clear
Clear after a half century of whiskey clouding your ability to see
To see for the first time the lies that have so easily contained your being
Strolling along the path those call less traveled
But
the reality is that path is a super hi-way to death's factory
Only the ones who have embraced insanity have been able to see the other
way
Grown over and covered with grass
But once uncovered the places this hidden path may lead
The star exploding universes waiting for exploration
The mind races to get there first
The body trails behind scooping up the lost pieces
Sucking the meat clean from life's feast just waiting
Waiting to be eaten
But never seen on the green path just out of sight of the well traveled
super hi-way of life
Take the chance and stray from your predestined way
Go off road and play
Run your mind like a dog free in the spring fields
Bounce your life down the uneven road
The road that leads to your true happiness