The Road through the Middle
Three roads diverged in a red, white, and blue wood,
And sorry that Macro-physics allows me to choose just one,
Long I stood
First looking as far as I could down the Road to the Left.
I discerned a Toll Booth
And beyond many thread-bare workers laboring long hours
On every kind of government project imaginable.
Then looking as far as I could down the Road to the Right.
Not far off I saw a security gate guarded by many men who were not allowed to think.
Beyond were many lovely golf courses surrounding Pink Resorts
That nobody could afford to visit.
Nothing could I see ahead on the Road through the Middle.
No Trampling of the Growth by clumsy feet had happened there.
No Signpost forecast the awaiting Destination.
But I am as sure as my Forefathers what lies ahead.
Happily I have picked up my load
My feet are picking up the tune of my whistling
Dancing go I to make a Road through the Middle.
Beware the metaphorical snowplow: https://www.nationalreview.com/magazine/2019/01/28/snowplow-politics/
Agreed! The metaphorical snowplows are manufactured by Hyperbole, Inc, and both the Left and the Right are buying them at record numbers and driving them recklessly down the American thoroughfares, no actual snow required.
I am glad that our car of state has swerved to the middle during the past 15 months.
Using high powered binoculars you could see that the car of state is parked behind that security gate on the right.
For now.
the person who chooses to dance down the middle can hear music to accompany a journey of growth
If only everyone could learn to hear the moderating music inside our heads