Starting out with your eyes set low,
Watching only the ground you tread,
You toddled, looked, and leaped, to grow
As far as this view of the road ahead.

The road snakes on for an age and a half.
(An age defined as life's two thirds!)
Its every cobblestone's sound will staff
Your very own factory of Wisdom's words.

Indeed, to see the road so snake
May serve to quite unsettle you.
Wisely all breadth you choose to forsake
For a narrower, constricted field of view.

You reason when merely one dimension
Is all the mind does care to know,
Straight will appear even convolution,
So only dead 'straight' will it ever go.

So laterally it must first unlearn to see,
Perception of breadth must fail on you.
The crooked must cease to conceivably be.
Then 'crooked' you can never perceivably do.

And what of barriers, arises the question,
That one must strive to circumvent?
Well, unidimension disallows circumvention,
So batter instead, and they will relent.

But not ever a moment will see you resigned
To a journey much cursed with monotonies.
Dreams assorted will explore your mind,
And dot its landscape with their colonies.

Attend to and provide for, responsibly you will,
By priority if you must, or impartially if you choose.
The path that you tread is singular still,
The multitude is only in your choice of shoes!

Beliefs and attitudes all installed in place,
Aims, objectives (and their opposites) in sight,
You're raring to go, to win this one man race,
A pawn unchallenged on checkered black and white.

So much for all the planes they catch,
No more for all the lies they tell.
A hoot for all the schemes they hatch,
And a half for all their souls that sell.

But pause you must, to smell the flowers,
To give in to Beauty's inescapable sway,
And kneel, if needed, before higher powers.
Then back on your feet and back on your way.

Love you must the desired ends of your labours,
And treasure as much every labour itself,
Love enough, (your friends and your neighbours)
To know there's a time to leave Love on the shelf.

Walk on, work on, your factory's profits will rocket,
Tend on, your dreams will wing away into the night,
Love on, till it swells beneath your left pocket,
Pick on, till the flowers weigh down on your right.

Race on, to the flag waving black checks on white,
Live on, till it's time to call it a day,
My child or my lover, or be who you might,
I sell you my thoughts on life, if I may.