If I knew the path I was to pave,
would I then be the one to save?
Save what dreams I plan to make mine,
to fill it's success like red wine.
To breath in what I have come to know,
to be master of my own show
To heed not opinion to as a please
even am I suffering with mankind's disease?
I am but a vagabond taking my own way,
always walking on the path of gray.
No right or wrong to finally put it aside
only my gut felling being my guide.
You wanted a poem so it has come to this,
so listen and I will place you in this bliss.
I am not a reader, but just a man,
and I beg reader help me find my life's plan.
