lack of direction, revisited

i desire more
i wish for this peace to run deeper, not
the plastic face of imperfect love do i hope for
why cant i will myself to learn this?
maybe my will is being increased.
and maybe
i cant ever give up
really

not with him on my side, not with
the faith to continue.
not when it's all gone to hell down here,
and they want me to go too.

no, i'm me and you're you, i say
and my path is different.
yours should be too,
but come along when you're ready

the road less traveled? oh
yeah, about that:
it hurts like heck, and it'll
make you scream in pain
and in confusion
there'll be failings and misery
and you'll go places you swore you'd never go
and do things you never thought you'd do
and they will misunderstand
oh, they'll misunderstand--
but in the end
the peace will come
the triumph will have sounded
it'll all be worth it

at least,
that's what i'm holding out for.