On My lane

… on my lane is where I want to stay and no where else. So so easy to be swayed and distracted and even to be deceived. My grass is what I want to water and no other man’s grass. My food is what I want to eat and no other man’s food. So easy to stretch the neck and become desirous of the more appetizing looking food in my neighbour’s plate. Me, I must develop, me, I must grow, me, I must stretch out, my lane I must stay, my lane I must work on, my farm I must till, my talent I must stretch, my legs must take me there, my brain must work for me, my mind must produce, my land must yield, I must water it, not another man’s land I must water. My house is my house, I must set it in order, I must live in my house, I must drink from my own well. I must live mine own, I must respect my story my path, I must honour and give regards to my lot. On my lane, I must stay.

I met a man, his lane was wider, neater, smoother, cleaner, well lit, his car was flashier, brighter, newer than mine, but that was his lane, not my lane. I was tempted, very tempted indeed to change lanes and join his lane. But his lanes leads to an unknown destination, unknown to me but not unknown to him. His lane is his, not mine. My lane is in the process of development, my vehicle is transforming, I must not truncate the process of my own growth and development, I must stay on my lane.

I met another man, whose lane appears worse than mine, he insisted on joining my lane. I truly refused. He was dissapointed, I explained, our journeys are dissimilar, do not be tempted or distracted by the present appearance of my lane. Your lane takes you to your destined end. My lanes takes you to my destined end. Stay on your lane.

I must run my race, I must face my challenges, I must run the bends, the straights, the hills, the valleys, I must run the wides and the narrows, the curves, on my lane I must stay.

I am freaking out! Every single lane around me is the same, mine is the only different lane, I must jump lanes. I must change lane, I must join the tribe, I must be with the group. But my lane is my lane. I must stay on it. Learn to love and appreciate it.

I stand tall and straight on my lane. I look forward and set my eyes like a flint. I am at home on my lane. My lane takes me to my destination. I like my lane, I like my path. I am me.

Stay on your lane!