Chosen Path

I wrote this in my college years as I contemplated where my life was going

Chosen Paths
Tipptie Tap
Goes my keyboard
Not my Tap shoes
Swirl and swivel
Goes my chair
Not my Chineas
I sit alone at
Lunch
Stare out the window
Watching the leaves
Dance
With the wind
And I wonder
Have I chosen my path
Or did it choose
Me
I feel so alone
Sad
So lost
If this is my chosen path
Should I not feel
Secure together
Yet what I feel is
Far from that
So did I choose the wrong
Path
Or am I truly never ment to
let my creative juices flow again
Must they dry up like the
Deserts
Must I conform to the ideal path
And risk losing my
True Path