taking the high road

there are so many roads.
the low
road,
the high road,
the road not travelled,
the worn
and beaten road,
full of mud
and stones.
you've known each road,
been on them,
or not taken
them.
you regret the low
roads,
having been stuck on
them for so long,
telling the horse to
pull
your wagon, get up,
let's go.
but you stay there.
they are treacherous
roads
with false
turns, detours,
ditches and bent signs.
you stay way too long.
it's time
for a different way,
to get out of this muck,
this hell.
you're better than this.
it's time to find
the clearing,
to leave all of this behind,
time to
take the high road
to begin the journey home.