Life is the road less traveled.
But most people bet against it.
They take the highway and sit in traffic.
It’s shorter, it’s easier, it’s safer.

There’s a secret route.
That the blinded choose not to see.
Because what is expected is what is known.
And to think that the unknown is a possibility would be too outrageous of a thought to fathom.

I have taken the secret route,
I have done the unexpected.
You take the highway and do what is safe.
But your heart is yearning and screaming to break down the doors and be set free.
It is stuck, trapped behind your gated walls and traveling down the highways that leads to nothing but normal and boring and expected.

I have taken the secret route,
And it has intersected to the highway at the coordinates in which your trapped heart lies.
You have kept it hidden, until now.

You have given me the keys to your secret cell,
But now you wish to take them away.
I have opened the doors and seen what you never thought you would share,
And you can never take that back.

I have taken the secret route,
And it has showed me what you wished to conceal.
So I know you hate the highway,
But you force yourself to travel safely, without passion, or adventure.

I have taken the secret route.
I have learned and studied the pavement of passion, the pathway to freedom, the flowers that bloom new ideas and originality from the endless winding roads.
I have looked through the peephole of your locked and padded doors,
And you long to discover the secret route, and explore the passion and purity of the truth that is the unexpected.

Come with me.
Let down your gaurd and forget the set plans of what life’s supposed to be.
Because you can’t plan happiness, and you can’t force love.
Abandon the highway.
Let yourself live.
Discover the road less traveled.
For that is life.
And life is unexpected.
Life is the road less traveled.