Highway

Recently a friend of mine sent me the picture of a mystic mountain trail, showing a solitary human figure walking towards the viewer with a thin trail behind him, disappearing into the distant snow covered mountains. Now I know of such trails in abundance, and I am often found at such places, often alone, like the figure in the picture. Along with it, my friend asked me for some lyrical explosions to go. I am not sure what exactly she wanted me to write but on the spur of a moment I came up with few lines, in general, not necessarily meant for her, but for anyone who has ever taken on a trail where the destination was either not known or not thought of. So for this post I expanded the lines a bit more and here it is for all of you: -

There's your way, there's my way
and then there's the HIGH way

There's that way, there's this way
and then there's the HIGH way

There's pathway, there's midway
and then there's the HIGH way

There's low way, there's go way
and then there's the HIGH way

There's snow way, there's blow way
and then there's the HIGH way

There's no way I am going away
for you and me
it'll always be the HIGH way