The Voyage Fate (Free verse) by terbenaw
Iâve been a traveler for many years
With many seasons before me.
Iâve experienced hills and valleys, coldness and heat,
Yet still have not seen all.
I question my choice of paths often:
Should I have charged boldly
To that right path at the last fork?
Or crept tentatively at that left several junctions back?
Perhaps I should have tried the beaten path directly center.
I pass the same landmarks occasionally
And I wonder:
Am I lost on a circular path?
Do other travelers question their choice of roads,
Or do they push on, blindly seeking the cliffâs edge?
Possibly, I have no choice on this road.
Maybe itâs fate.
Did I elect this difficult, winding road
That twists and curves as a serpent,
Or is there a puppeteer somewhere,
Dictating my actions subliminally?
If so, then...
...where are the strings?
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