the roughest road

the lives that once were led should not surprise
each of us knows the limits of what's desired
each knows and does not follow what's required
there's no room here for guess or for surmise
the things that we will hate now or despise
we won't get caught in nor will we be mired
in that dark bog where justice has expired
we'll see things through the clearest set of eyes
to turn or jump through the remaining hoops
shows skill perhaps but not the best of skill
there's room for change and room left to throw
a line out or to put through the many loops
designed as a test not of our power but will
in the far distance we might see things glow