Path Paved New

Cyclical and cynical is
A life of bore and pain,
That fails to break from
The path of the straight and narrow lane.

You may run from the
Dangers that follow close behind,
But one way to what's ahead
Leaves no refuge for you to find.

Every day your eyes
Spy first that wholly evil thing,
Which exudes more pain and struggle
Than hell could ever bring.

Slowly with reluctance
That knowledge you do swallow,
To digest in a gut once
Solid, now sadly hollow.

Instead this time of
Submitting undue toll,
Repay the beast with
What it from you stole.

Slow down none but
Move with quicker pace
Until angst is in its eyes,
And fear is on its face.

Run hard and fast
And break on through the wall,
The funnel that leads dumb
Cattle to their fatal, final fall.

Leave behind this life mundane,
Of effort given just to feign
A happiness within the pain
That plagues and storms without
So much as a single drop of rain.

A new life found, a new path taken.
Gone from insanity of monotonous tone.
Escape to a world free of fences and bounds,
Where the setting of the sun
Means not the cycle goes on 'round.

Instead look to the moon
And pave your path as you please,
Eyes searching forward, you're
Merely a scent in the breeze,
Giving those left behind
Refuge in the hopes of ease.