Many believe that the easy road is walked by majority.
And by myself oft followed its way goers,
And walked with them down the easy road
Down the road I followed them there.
I now understand what they do not,
Well assured, the easy road is the path ne'er to be plodded.
By myself I am back to sense,
Very much can bisect meanings it teaches,
The hard road is the easy road walked by a-few;
And the easy road is the hard road
Many shall regret whence all is dew.
But because of the burdenless load
The hard road is the one not troded
And to walk it, one must fully aware—dare or stare;
The road is pretty a long case of stairs to paradise in the air.
By day every glory seeker awaits along the easy road
But the boredom road. Alas! Many daily still do trod.
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