The Truth

There are two paths
That separate us
But my turn is now
I must board the bus

But I know not
Which road to take
The left is harmless
The right will ache

For a while
But all pains cease
Once their nature arrives
And once more shall come peace

So I grit my teeth
I prepare my head
I storm into battle
And find myself instead

In a meadow
This is God’s realm
And I know because
I am at the helm

He smiles at me
And says He, ‘Well done’
I can’t help but feel
Like I’m number one.