question by N.N.

Mine is the beat of the drum.
The sound of roaring thunder.
Mine is the choice to do as I see fit
The choice to turn my back,
The choice to offer my hand.
Mine is the path I choose.
No matter where it may end.
It may seem like an endless ocean,
Where every where looks the same.
Mine is the choice to press on with conviction,
Or to linger in the darkened storm of dispair.
Mine is to choose who’s path intertwines,
And who’s it does not cross.
At times my bravery may escape me,
And at times my courage may be foolhardy.
But the mistakes are all mine to make.