It's always rush hour
on this highway of life.
Throngs of people on one road,
Some jockeying for the lead
while others straight ahead.
One horizon.
One goal.
One path?

I leave the road well-traveled,
And make my own path
through the fields,
through the forests,
climbing the hills and mountains.
The horizon remains in the distance.
One horizon.
One goal.
Many paths.

My path.