Pathways

 I've decided to share some of my poetry every so often on here. So here is one that I wrote about six years ago. Though it may seem a little hard to understand. It's supposed to make you think.

Pathways

The pathways meddled through my head,
Keeping in mind the almost prophetic words of those before.
All starting from a single point, growing out
Into infinite time and infinite space in infinite direction.
It seems that the greatest gift of all;choice,
Spawns the very ways we live our lives.
The entangling spiderwebs of fate both
Define and derive from thought within.
I found myself somehow puzzled as my foot
Made its existence known upon the infinite plane.
Would the direction my corporeal mind; struggling
To make some sort of sense of it all, bring to me
Salvation from the more obviously damned paths?
Or would my sentience become subject to those
Paths whom reap death, destruction and malice?
Light and darkness, order and chaos, strife and peace,
Things that should be clear-cut within ones mind become
Somewhat; to the surprise of many, clouded.
And beyond those clouded and confusing thoughts
A constant raging battle, for my very essence.
The outcome, however, the way the war sways
All depending on one simple thing, choice.