Beaten Paths

Paths are laid for no reason

other than someone has walked it before you

The trees, the grass, the sky

It's all been seen from that path.

Pioneers left the paths

And made their own.

Grass turned to dirt

Turned to concrete

Birds fly south for the winter

The cold follows the months

The sun rotates on its axis

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow 

Man is born

Man lives

Man dies

Yesterday, Today

The path is laid

The path is beaten

The path waits

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow 

The future is predestined 

if you so choose 

At the end of the path

Death waits with a smile

Mortality is bred from creation

Man dies, paths remain

Create your life, Create your path

Walk a beaten path, walk a beaten life.