WRONG RAIL TO THE RIGHT SIDE

Wrong Rail to the Right Side

‘Life is a journey’, they state,
And there isn’t any point to debate,
Its just as true as it sounds to me;
Play with life, its yours, and your free.
The expense of a hospital bill,
Is worse; just die or let life kill.
But No;
People want to stay alive,
And go back to the world and strive
It never strikes them that sometimes life is a mess,
And they don’t want to be in A-dress.
Their thoughts flow, their minds glow,
But do they use their level of thinking well?
They don’t know how to tell.

Desire ‘pulls’ them, fire ‘dulls’ them,
Are the picking Wrong from Right?
No;
They are picking Right from Wrong, That’s right!
Till there’s no Right Left at all
The endless maze leads to their death;
They strive till their very last breath
They go back the maze empty-handed,
Going aimlessly and ending up stranded
Why do they even ask why life is so crude,
When they don’t learn their road well?
The path they take is like living in hell –
They end up happy when they ‘THINK’ that
The Wrong Rail leads to the Right Side;
But then again, they just think… And think… And think…