Hitch-hiking the Road Less Traveled

Poem

You can’t hitchhike on the road less traveled
There is no one to pick you up, Uber doesn’t go there
You will not find a room at the Inn, because there aren’t any Inns
No outposts, no roadhouses, no rest stops

Be careful where you plant your foot, my friends
Maybe we should just walk the beaten path
While living the illusion that we are not
Illusion beats delusion, hell, confusion is a better hand

Death by misadventure beats life with no adventure
It just ain’t gonna last forever, time stops for no one
So breath that air, smile that smile, climb that mountain
At least you will have done something before you drop

Plastic to plastic and garbage to garbage
We lay thee down in the refuse of life, rest well
You get older, death gets closer and seems not so bad
All the struggles will be gone, ah, sweet comfort

But, we were speaking about the path of life
There is no path, there is no road, delusional illusions
The fool on the road walks by the one on the hill
They both end up at the same place in the end

Just live and try not to hurt others
Bask in the glory of ugliness and the majesty of nature
This is all we got, you, I and a few billion other poor slobs
Stick out your thumb, hike up your skirt and hope for a good ride