The Path

I've walked the path of my choosing,
neither narrow, nor straight or easy.
Up and down, over and round.
in Summer's sweat and Winter's freezing.

I've walked the path of my choosing,
seeking secrets it could teach.
Whether meadow or star, the best views are
always the ones that are hardest to reach.

I've walk the path of my choosing,
its brought me joys, boredom and griefs.
But when I die, I'll know that I
Walked my path, my choices, my beliefs.