The Restless Poet

I come upon a worn trail of years,
with faded signs and weathered tears,
I pause to reminisce.
I put forth this simple ask
and ponder where I’ve been.

Where did this one take me?
What direction have I gone?
Should I have charted a different course,
or stayed the path I’m on?

Destiny has intervened
with fate’s guiding hand,
and kept me on this path I’ve lived,
divine wisdom’s plan.

Life’s choices make us question we,
and where this life has led.
Yet, in the end, no change would be,
this is what was meant.