The path walked along is sometimes winding and changes,
bringing about excitement,
from time to time; chaos.
Sometimes the path is long and straightforward,
at intervals it is the right direction.
Sometimes the path seems dissipated,
one becomes lost,
Sometimes we are carried along the path during moments of trial,
graced with love.
The path we walk is of our own,
to choose as only we will.
It matters not,
of how it’s walked,
or who it’s walked with.
In the end,
we all end up settled together in perfection,