Middle Road

I'm in the middle like Moses parting the sea.

Everyone is angry and targeting me.

How come your faces are red when I'm the one tasting lead?

Shaming me for breaking free and making instead.

Creating my own image with no limits to 'awaken my head.

The thought of praying to a Maker that's not my Maker, I'm dead.

Fading away, shaking my head.

You're taken by the way I forsaken the said.

I'm not debating the way Satan can take you to bed.