The Life of Mine

My life has taken me in different places- a retrospection of that.

The life I seem to have chosen

Has been because of the paths I've taken.

Imagine what would've been

Had I not trod on paths unknown to me,

And if I'd followed the crowd.

My life is mine to decide,

And the paths were seen clearly to me.

I may be young in the physical sense still

To be talking about life as such,

But my mental self is is far unsurpassed, to me,

Making it easier to understand life.

But the trod paths of mine were clear to me

And I often wonder

Why I didn't follow the crowd,

And why I still don't follow the crowd.

But I remember something important,

At least to me,

I am my own self, and my life is my own

The choices I make are mine to make,

Not to be ruled by others. 

Author's Note

Sleep eluded me and my mind plagued me with a new poem of which words did not describe it. Come morning, I put pen to paper and this result was before my eyes. So, dear reader, what thinks thou?