the path i chose a while back.
its nothing like written in stone,
more like a bran picked from the haystack.
I pause as I wonder
where is this taking me.
A push to move on from down under
is what that stops me.
Why are you even doing this?
pals ask often.
I reckon they chose to miss,
the cries of life, so mundane.
Sure it ain't pretty,
when the pain makes me groan.
This stuff is heavy duty
and I walk the path alone.
