Choice

Choice is illusion; though we decide,
our response is already known.
We’re in position, ready to act,
puppets of a grander design.
Everything’s given, all we will need,
look around it’s ready to hand.
We’re all vital cogs, turning the world,
in ways we may not realise.
Life’s ever changing, like it or not,
we are part of evolution.

We label results, as good or bad,
but they’re just the same anyway.
They’re false divisions, we’ve created,
with no base in what’s really there.
From different viewpoints, values can flip,
meat to one’s poison to others.
If things don’t turn out, or so it seems,
it’s ’cos we can’t see the full plan.
Don’t try to control, we’re running blind,
just relax and enjoy the ride.

Destiny is met, along the road,
we think we take to avoid it.
Though ruts are wearing, and tunnels dark,
the summits are well worth the view.
We trip in potholes, or patchy fog,
but find there’s a steadying hand.
Follow nature’s hints, and don’t feel lost,
they are signposts along the way.
Our journey’s endless, we stumble on,
the path has been laid at our feet.