What’s simple
Is
How it’s not
To get to the place
No one
Has ever been before
You have to walk a path
You have to travel a road
No one ever has.
Most of the time
You must make your own
It’s easy to do what they have done
Because
It has already been done
They can tell you
The right
Or
The wrong
way
What is simple
Is
How its not
You might have to burn down bridges
While
Building others in the very same place
You might have to cut down trees
Devastate entire forests
In order
To spread your own seed
Man figured out long ago
Sometimes
To get the gold
You have to blow up the mountain.
You’ll know when you have arrived
You’ll know when it has paid off
You’ll know when its your time
You’ll look back one day
While remembering
Where you came from
While realizing
How far
You have come
©Christopher F. Brown 2011
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