Hemmed Horizons; Hellbound Highways

An attempt at sonnet form

Narrow roads all lead to broad horizons
But obstacles have eyes trained firmly down.
More distractions lay in wait before the highlands
Tempting trinkets, false existence all around

Some hunt about the roadside, to forage for more
While they walk the beaten track that has been paved
They dare not raise their gaze in fear of shock and awe
From the cradle to the grave they are enslaved

But those that dare, will reach to touch the light
And see the paradise that dwells above
Then they’ll fight against the envelope of night
That has shrouded hopes and dreams of peace and love

A new dawn will be hailed against the darkness
And the measure of a man shall be his sharpness