My Obstacles

Who's way would I have had, To do it another way instead of my own? With a knowing my way had been unpaved, And beset with impossibilities... Others mentioned to make me afraid? I must admit, There was no other way I would have picked. Whether or not someone else had expressed interest. Or had said how foolish I was with a wasting of time. And that time I wasted had been on an easy task, That I chose to find. With my voice only heard in my mind. Who's way would I have had? If I had not done it my own way to do? There is no one I now know or then knew, Who would have chosen a view unpaved... Feeling obligated to remove obstacles, To save themselves from a doing of it... Better or with a patience to produce, With a proving that I could and did to do. And myopic I might have been, But my obstacles have proven to be good friends.