Lost in the Woods of High Roads and Low Roads

I believe this was written in 6th grade, spring of '01. The middle school had every student from each grade write a poem that got entered into a poetry booklet. This was mine. Not one of my best of course, but it does speak to my mindset at the time.



"Lost in the Woods of High Roads and Low Roads"

I take high roads,
you take low roads.
Why?
Why are we different?
Are we special,
no we're average.
High roads lead to low roads,
low roads lead to high roads.
The middle is where we are stuck,
stuck in an everlasting space
where no one can help us.
We are lost,
forever in this dangerous place.
Is there an exit?
Yes.
It is close
but yet so far away.
We are trapped.
Lost in the high roads and
low roads, forever.