"Variables"

At forty-six, it all seems fixed;

This trail that I blaze

Should be straight and narrow,

Not a vast and twisting

I have worked so long

And so hard everyday

For everyone except myself

One gets tired

Of being the answer

To other peoples

Destiny is? A question unanswered.

Where to find it?

Choices to make.

Will You follow me?

What path will i choose?

I walk

I am creating my destiny as I sit here and write

I choose to do this... be it day or night

I decided to choose this subject...