In the beginning I saw the end
and the path to take me there
I saw my mountain ahead
and the me that would make the climb
Now I’m here on this mountain
and I’m climbing
and slipping
and climbing again
It’s a different one
a different climb
not the one expected
not the one I thought I’d chosen
I accept it
plant my feet in this the only now that is
yet the further in I settle
the further slips away the one I chose
Moving on I remember the beginning
and the path that was to be
I see choices made
and the life that in fact has been
What of my life is even my own
what of the choosing
has been mine to make
Is it I that set where I set out to be
or is it my mountain
that chooses me
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