About that.

My blogs are long. Probably kind of boring. Apologies.

And now for some words that may or may not come together to form a poem. I don't know what the prevailing meter is. I'm not sure it bothers me just now.

You'll have everything,
They said
Reach out and take it
Like only the young can

It almost made sense:
Take the path
Always taken
Or else be left behind

Suppose I now have a different hope,
A plan that is different from 'the plan'
I won't be climbing ladders or hitting glass ceilings
Or progressing for progress' sake

I see the incredulous expressions
Maybe it's closer to disappointment.
No. I will never have those things.
But it's not those things that I want.

This is the path I have chosen
I will take each step
Without stumbling, with certainty
I will never look back.