The Maze of Free-choice

There we are at the beginning.

I can not look back, there is no place for me to look back to.

That is another's path.

And following another's ghost, or running from it,

see after-images of my own ghost. Turning other ways.

A brief glimpse of their "before", not their "after."

I try not to land a dead-end.

But am I the one that is running this maze?

Or an after-image, on of a choice more hesitantly made or quickly made?

With only glimpse of the others, the ghosts that run from or after the ghost who made this maze.

I wonder if there will be a time to see all the exits, if there is a way to know all the endings.

But I do not kid myself, the only end I will be able to see is my own. 

Is this the fate's way of laughing at me? Or is this the punishment of my own self-made destiny?

The only thing I know I didn't make is this maze, but even that certainty is getting hazy.

I see it! My ending! A bright shining light from all the worn down turns and twists. Of all the meet-up an partings. This is it, the accumulation of all my turns in this maze.

Do I want it to end? Or do I want to turn back and run? Get lost in the maze again to see if I can find another brighter ending...

Or maybe I am missing my own ghosts?

I close my eyes and take my hands to the holders of the ending, or are they the new runners of a new beginning.

I will not open my eyes, I cannot look forward now. That is another's path. One where they chase after or run away from my last ghost.