Atlas Ez Poetry

(Note: lots of angsty depression filled talk here. It gets worse in 27 which is why I’m skipping that one.)

What do most see when they say or hear those words

Frankley I myself am a bit perturbed

For most I imagine it would look like a paved sidewalk or rode

Then there are others like me who see a wooded path filled with branches and thorns they narrowly avoided

And some they didn’t

Some they couldn’t

For those that imagine a paved road there are but tiny stones easily avoidable and tiny

But for those with a more difficult path they are like boulders

Big and impossibly immovable but they ran into one and got them out of their path everyday

The paved roaders stop and get free ice cream whenever they go back and then when they go forward the same

And the flavors like the people on both roads are of every kind

The people on the wooded path they don’t always get to have desert

And their alright with that

Some have to be

The memories paved roaders visit are probably delightful fluffy clouds

While those on the wooded path see spears and swords and bullets

Or shields…….

And that is why one day

If fate is at all fair

 the paved roaders shall trip and fall into their own forest

That much I know for sure can happen

But it is likely that fate is unfair

And they shall stay on it forever past,present,and future

So listen to me paved roaders heed my words

For not all paths are paved or have birds