Such a wide path
a boring swath
it finds itself between
two opposed extremes
but is neither
it is just path
I’ve tasted joy
I’ve survived/survive despair
and they are both preferable
to the often despicable
many times inapplicable
the flat, featureless trip
in the middle
not warm nor cold
not up nor down
it just is
the daily existence
the slow distance
of straight
not valley nor peak
not a thrill to seek
it just sits
never quite fits
it just is.
whether wide or narrow,
we all have one
we all have insignificant
to be done.
I know I should just go
and love the waiting
the daily exacerbating
that is the inbetween
the life unseen
in movies and lore
the crunchy bore
the pre-aftermath
the just path.