I chose the lonely road 
The withered willows,
The pockmarked path.
I plunged headlong into defeat.
I chose this road-
Or did it choose me?

adam-l-alexander

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neva-flores

Adam, what a profound question............I think we choose our own roads.  A wonderful poem.

snow-monkey

....i can understand your wrestling with how you arrived on your path..by choice or circumstance..but your choice to write about this was beautiful..and  the road is made less lonely by the company of readers i hope like myself..who have found your poem....thought provoking write Adam  thanks

beryle-chambers

Well thought out. Pithy and challenging. Do we choose our roads - or do they choose us? Good question. My thought is, whatever road we are on to look about us. Wisdom comes with each experience. And miracles sometimes happen when least expected. Nice write.