The road to freedom is long,
Fraught with danger,
And never arrives at its destination.
The road gets rougher as it goes along,
Jagged, rocky and broken,
Becoming harder to follow.
Many paths diverge and branch off
As it winds its way
Through dark, dense, foreboding woods.
Bramble and thorn, quagmire and abyss
All stand in the way
Of the increasingly weakened traveler.
Many paths offer false promise,
Easing the journey and
Rest for the weary and burdened.
They are all illusions,
Curving back upon themselves,
To the path of tyranny.
But the most difficult path,
The path which offers the most resistance,
And which offers the least comfort,
Is the path for all who follow
Their heart’s desire for