The page is turned to next
The decision has brought a new path
The fork has yawed the way asunder
I have been guided to where
I have lost my way or found it
Age held me in its grasp
Truth absconded from me
Reality ripped away in the torrential storm
I was sent or shown the course
I was given the only destination
Was I really being guided by luck?
Was I merely lead into my demise?
I thought I knew the way to go
I thought I had the terminus in mind
But somehow I was lead astray
Somehow I was turned.

M. Pinnell