Mental Wasteland

Writing down thoughts,
Just letting things out,
These words that spill,
Onto the page,
Are nothing more than a story,
Of life,
Of love,
Of just living out day to day,
We all walk a path that is our own,
And choices are just life's way of giving us choice,
The path we all seek is unique,
Together,
As a whole,
We converge on something like a freeway,
But there is no hellish traffic to slow us down,
No worries as long as we all do as we must,
Just spill out our own words and correctly convey them,
So all the world can just spew out their mental wasteland