Was walking down my path today
no other path than mine, they say.
It’s gray and has a yellow line
Not at the end but just halfway.
It goes across, not up or down
It has two eyes, a mouth, no frown.
When metal things approach my walk
they slow and sometimes stop to gawk
I know they have respect for me
This is my chosen path, you see.
This is my chosen walk, you see.
If I take to flight
will I truly be free?