A Path You Make With Steps You Take!

The cat got asked the other day if I thought there was a plan in place for every bay. So for 7 billion people or so, a path would be made whether high or low. Hmmm maybe, maybe not. But it would sure help those with brain rot.

A path for me,
Is there with glee.
A path for you,
Has glee too.

But then it has crap,
To fill the gap.
Can't know glee,
Without a crap sea?

A likely excuse,
Made up by a moose?
Or was that Yogi Bear?
What do I care.

But if that were the case,
For everyone all over the place,
Then why move at all?
You could just sit at your hall.

My path is to sit.
To get up and shit.
Then sit back down,
After dropping the brown.

Easy as can be.
That is the path of me.
But then I take a step out the door.
Now my path is to explore.

Oh wait!
That must be fate.
Or something else I guess.
This is becoming a mess.

Throw karma in too.
You offended the loo.
It is coming after you.
That is why the bad comes due.

Or is it all in your head?
Find out when you drop dead.
Or maybe you will not,
And just become dry rot.

Choice has no matter.
Just sit and get fatter.
Maybe become a mad hatter.
Time for a new batter.

So does the cat think a path is predetermined that we can't change? Hell no! One can easily rearrange. If there are unlimited alternate realities out there. Then you will go down every conceivable path at your lair. Just a human trait to explain away their path with sass. But I could be a wrong little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.