The Path Most Travelled

In the dawn of my life,

as I lay awaken,
by the sights,
and sounds,
and smells,
of people living their lives.
Some moved with purpose,
others endlessly roaming this earth,
looking for a cause,
a meaning,
of existence or at least,
a purpose for their meandering.

Sometimes at awed,
most of the times frightened,
the journey that men have took,
through chasm of indignities,
across mountains of hatred,
over oceans of doubts.
A few breaks free,
the shackles that is mass indifferences,
or worse,
the fate of being unnoticed.
But that few,
whether by the lies that is might,
or the strength that is right.
Have force history,
to take a moment notice.

Ha! what path had they undertook?
What stories could such a person holds
dear in his chest or laid bare open?
Upon them, we looks for similarity.
If not that,
at the very least,
an attempt to be similar.

As I started this journey,
traveled this path called life,
my steps hesitant,
but proceed I must.
Slowly and steadily,
the steps grows surer,
the stride grows longer,
the pace grows faster.

How else can a man chart his destiny,
if not by taking a step at a time.
How else can a man measure himself,
if not by the distance he had traveled.