*This* Way
An intimidating fortress stands on high ground
Its towers and spires tall and proud
Walls rise from murky depths below
And I used to be proud that I created it so
With guards stationed every 5 feet
Who would dare enter; Once in, who would dare leave?
It served a my protection
But I missed their inflection
When they say, “It is better this way.”
This way…
The way of my castle and guards and no play?
They’re right!
I exclaim, not a wonder in sight
It is better to live in dark to know light
To dwell in the shadows and live in pure fright
And yet still I pause and think on their words
And watch as they point out songbirds
And hear, “It is better this way.”
This way…
And then the light dawns as soft as new day
I look over my walls and on the next rise
A glimpse of a cottage amongst trees where it hides
There’s no turret or banner to dare you to enter
No trick-step or trap to leave you much bruised
Simply a sign that asks for your shoes
And I remember, “It is better this way.”
This way
I say
And with Curiosity, my guide
I bundle and caste out my pride
We visit this cottage
And I have to acknowledge
That this simpler way of life
Is, surprisingly, quite nice
And I question, “Is it better this way?”
This way
Will require more work but more play!
I think, as I walk to my keep
Is it worth it? I ask. A cost so steep?
A reformation of life
But at what price?
I stroll through my halls
With its cold, bare, empty walls
And think, “It’s not better this way.”
This way
The thought pulls me in and lightens the gray
It can’t hurt to try
I say with a sigh
And begin dispelling my gloom
The work is slow, so people assume
That nothing is changing, and nothing will soon
An yet all on my own, I see myself bloom
And promise, “It is better this way.”
It’s been quite some time
Since I started this climb
It’s been so very hard
And I’ve gotten some scars
But every minute’s been worth it
Even when I’ve been hit.
I’ve got miles to go
But I already know
It is definitely better this way.