I built my house on the road less traveled
I noticed the path and saw a chance for presence of solace and solitude
I could not pass an opportunity for romance with my own solid mood
Call it rude but I saw it move my heart when my mind and soul could interlace
The knowledge of struggle was well known and greeted with an embrace
Fearful as I was I would accept each challenge met by each step
To remain against the grain would make me defiant
But since day one I always felt I was supposed to be self-reliant
So to myself I was suppliant to being my attention’s most invested client
Taking what minor motivation was available and producing a giant
I just could not help but avoid being socially compliant
To wear dark colors while others wore bright
To fall deep in thought while others did not choose a tongue to bite
To use my brain while others thought to use their might
To stand alone despite a slight interest to unite
To use sight to observe the norm but refuse to conform
But instead allow a storm of disobedience to swarm through my life
Yes I could make existence easy
But this consistence would not please me and only lead me to resistance
Try as I may I simply cannot accept comfort
I have to anticipate events to come hurt my peace
This only in turn causes my anxieties to increase
Because what you see as quiet I experience as a riot
Being ever vigilant never knowing what is imminent
The innocent is never infinite and can implement any incident at any time
This is why I chose to become intimate with this uphill climb
Call it pride imposing its will towards an easy decision
Call it nerves complicating a simple mission
Call it a foggy focus that clouds clear vision
But with my survival thus far the unfamiliarity seems to be coming unraveled
Because long ago I built my house on the road less traveled
4/23/2013