Is there a correct way?
A pre-determined path in which we are meant to follow,
Simple for the sake of complete our unspoken mission?
I would like to say no but the world does not agree with my answer,
As if twists and turns violently,
Creating countless obstacles that appear impenetrable and unavoidable in nature,
If I possess a better view of the world I would realize the obvious,
Doors unlocking soundlessly,
Windows flying open gracefully,
Barriers disintegrating gradually,
Though I cannot see this,
I choose not to witness this questionable act of nature,
For I would rather not accept the inevitable fact,
That we are not as powerful as we seem to believe.
Furthermore, as we continue to walk along in ignorance,
No direction remains uncharted,
No door seals off a potential route,
No window denies a perfect escape,
No barrier sustains its integrity,
I am not meant know,
Nor is everyone else,
It is merely a means to seeing us off on our lively adventures.