Sneering, they tell me -
"What you do is not meaningful.
Think, what a decade later would you be?
Accolades hoarded so far, only abysmal".
Truth they say, not forged their decree.
Meaning not immanent in my endeavours-
Meaning which only they foresee,
The only life manifest in those "now's or never's".
The world they inhabit offers solace
To undying obedience and a bowed head
A noose charades for a pearl necklace,
Laurels due to servants thoroughbred.
Anarchist you turn, challenge you dare
"Down with the autocrat", factions instigate!
These servants sting you with venomous stare
Duped loyalists! your life they debilitate.
Meaning of it all, they demand to know,
Why this perjury, whereto bound the wayward-
Why not sow the same seed, the same plough?
What end is your life heading toward?
Do they know the shallow meaning,
To which, solemnly they themselves adhere?
Do they know every willed act of their's
Is but ordained by a greater profiteer?
Glad then I am, for no such meaning abounds
In a life I lead, in the decisions I undertake,
The truth in me, to me my life expounds
What happens otherwise, is not for me to partake.
Unchartered is my path to the Promised Land,
Though doubt and uncertainties cause dismay.
If its the "Road Not Taken" for me,
Then, its the Road not Taken, all the way.