The choices that we make

The paths may never be defined,
but think though it all in your mind,
you have a choice that you can choose,
to take this path; to win or to lose.

Life may never go as planned,
but through it all, desicians in your hand;
choices that need to be defined,
paths and ways like threads of time,
never expect to gain anything that you do not posess,
for life may turn in wild directions, like nothing you will guess,
for things may not seem as they appear,
and things that appear as that, seem to be what you hold most dear.

The choices that we make define our route,
the highway along which we drive,
our ambitions our thoughts and to what we strive
but nothing is certain,
nothing can be seen,
nothing can be predicted,
for if these are the choices you make,
make your world unrestricted.