The choices we make, the choices we choose,
Of what we make them, of what we brood,
Is the decision ours, or are we just pawns,
Does influence come, from where we are spawned,

Is there something else, that makes the call,
When we are left, to rise or fall,
Is this choice simply left, to us or another,
A game eternal, played between others,

With each new path, or direction we take,
Can lead us to trouble, and to make mistakes,
But still we walk, this precarious road,
To where it ends, as it gently unfolds...

beautiful as usual..WILL