America My Own Interpretation Poem by Jesse Wood

Life is a winding staircase of endless possibilities
It winds in all different directions, twisting turning
A long road with many paths to chose
Do I dare take the longer road and risk the pain of rejection?
Or should I take “the one less traveled? ”
I know not what I want
But I realize that I have to follow my own destiny
Sure I may fall flat on my face
But it will be my decision
Not influence from an outside force
Or even a higher power.
I will live my life on my terms.
Life as we know it relies on superficiality
A “plastic society” constantly overwhelmed with noticing another person’s imperfections
We mustn’t forget our own imperfections
Our own inadequacies
We are America.