Strolling the middle of the road
never fit my traveling style.
Climbing craggy cliffs,
(at least in my mind)
is my preferred road to reality.
Stumbling along the edges,
clinging tenaciously to jagged ledges
keeps me in full view
of dangerous obstacles
(or so, I've always thought).

But every now and then
I glance to the center line,
to the manicured path
and wonder what it might be like
to wander around for a day
with mainstreamers
who always appear to know
where they’re going
and why.

Sigh, the narrow edges keep me
where I must be,
grounded in my personal
daydreamers sanctuary.
The outer edges of perception
mark the path of least resistance
for the likes of me.