The Path Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

I've always tried to live life to the fullest
And be the very best person that I can be
Although the path is Long and winding
The reward is of the highest degree.

The end of the Long path is truly spectacular
The emerald city at the end of a yellow brick road
Only reached by those who take this path
But the prize is more than worth the load.

So many people have become a victim of the Worn path
Because deceiving and promising, it looks to be
And even though I know them to be better than that,
It has come between those closest to me.

The Worn path has always been the same:
Laden with self-absorbed shame
There is nothing wrong with those who take it
But it is, simply, not my aim.

I'm afraid that I will be the only one on the Wong path
That those close to me will all take the Worn
Because I could not see who they really were
And now, in my heart, they leave a thorn.