Walking down the middle of the road
never seemed to fit my traveling style.
Stumbling along the edges
always kept me in full view
of dangerous obstacles,
or so I thought.
But every now and then
I’ve glanced to the center line
and wondered what
it might be like to wander
around for a day with
the mainstreamers
who always appear to know
where they’re going
and why.
Sigh, somehow
the narrow edges seem
to keep me
following my
destined
personal path
of least resistance.