The Middle of the Road

I walk down the middle of the road.
I look from side to side, but all I see is darkness.
I feel safe in the middle of the road.
Theres light in the middle, there will be no confusion.

I walk down the middle of the road.
Some may call me indifferent.
I pray in the middle of the road.
To my God straight above me.

I walk down the middle of the road.
I hear calling and yelling from the sides.
I stand in the middle of the road.
I refuse to sway one way or another.

I walk down the middle of the road,
but I love all who walk, regardless the side.
I forget in the middle of the road,
about the paths that they have walked before.

I walk down the middle of the road.
The television tells me walk left not right.
I vote in the middle of the road.
Because I've found the sidelines to be all wrong.

I've tried walking left and I've tried walking right.
I've tried leaving the road in the dark.
I've tried hiding from the streetlights.
Now I walk proudly down the middle of the road.

This is a poem I free-wrote expressing my feelings with a metaphor. I have constantly found myself "in the middle of the road" on many situations and on many hot topics. I see myself as neither a Republican nor a Democrat. They both have positives and negatives, while failing to see and improve their party faults. I've found myself taking a stand for my religion, while loving and holding up my fellow friends and family. I've been called a sinner, a bigot, a saint, a lover, a hater, and a friend based on one of my opinions. I don't regret any of my stances, for I feel that my intentions have always been good. I try to love everyone.

This weird world may be taking sides, but as for this guy, I'm choosing whats right in the middle of the road.