Somewhere out there is a hidden lake where the water trickles down the
path of least resistance kinda like some peoples lives. That is the easy path.
I must admit somedays I do follow that path just because some days I am lazy but then
others I fight against the current. I stand up for what I believe and scream loudly in
protest against things that are wrong. I miss the days where morales were held sacred
and the people who held them high were thought of as good instead of bad.
Makes me wonder where we are headed.
4x4 oil on canvas panel