Serpentine Answers

What has become of me?

A stupid question,

But the answer is more than complicated,

It is serpentine.

I mark the miles in lazy ess’s,

The many that were and the few ahead.

The path was set from start to stop.

Yet what made one step follow another

Is still a profound mystery,

So many choices, so many decisions.

So much chaos, so much confusion.

Ah, yes.  The mystery of free will.

A nexus here, a locus there,

Every choice bounded by circumstance

And my own failings and strengths

And the colour of my umbrella

And the time of day.

What choice had I at the time?

I was compelled to do what I did.

I am here to prove

That it could not be otherwise

Else how could I be here?

My free will was subverted by circumstance.

I was directed to this place

Yet could easily have been somewhere else