It takes guts to choose a happy path.
We cling to our blinders and don’t even see
happy paths make more sense.
We are trained to be hard.
Discipline! Clock in.
Please remain seated for the rest of your life.

How quickly we forget
the teachers who have appeared
how quickly we forget
the bright light illuminating the crazy path
the light that showed how to see, where to go,
once on the road, flags waving:
Yes! Yes! This is the way!

Countless barriers
big and small crowd our minds
we think--well.
The happy path must be for somebody else.
Too late to chase dreams.
Too late.
How ready we are to sit in the dark
fenced in by black and white
holding on to our hurts.

We forget how we have been shoved forward!
Invited.
The light so bright and clear
We’ve never been so mysteriously pulled along.

One obstacle after the other falls out of the way.
Every friend, every sign seems to say: yes! keep going!
Don’t ask may I, tell how many you want and what color!