Life’s path

Existence is:

parallel possibilities

Choice

or guidance

is the question

If in mind choosing

but by holy force

being pushed:

Does it make a difference?

The path will

be but one:

Long,

dusty,

dry

Cloud of sand

stirred up

by boundless walking,

blurring vision

and instinct

Such is life,

such is life,

such is life

So push me

or I'll choose-

whatever it may be

My face:

a dot on the horizon