My Path Your Path

Left or right or center
I'll walk the path I want
Or forge one that deviates
From straight and single wont.

Your path goes a different way
Well it may be so
That's no reason to think you can
Come to give me a blow.

Nor can I say "Go away"
You don't know how to walk
Howe'er divergent our ways
Each other we can't stalk.

For world thrives on diversity
Sweet as well as salt
Green or gold or azure
None of them at fault.

Make us same, you'll make us plain
As flat and arid sand
Ups and downs and level grounds
Contour our lands.