Pathways

The pathways meddled through my head,
Keeping in mind the almost prophetic words before.
All starting from a single point, grow out
into infinite time, infinite space and infinite direction.
It seems the greatest gift of all; choice,
spawns the very way we live our lives.
The entangling spiderwebs of fate are both
defined and derived from thought within.
I found myself somehow puzzled as my foot
made its existence known upon the infinite plane.
Would the direction of my corporeal mind, struggling
to make some sort of sense of it all, bring to me
salvation from the more obviously damned paths?
Or would my sentience become subject to those
paths whom reap death, destruction and malice?
Light and darkness, order and chaos, strife and peace.
Things that should be clearcut within one's mind become
somewhat, to the surprise of many, clouded.
And beyond those clouded and confusing thoughts
is a constant raging battle for my very being.
The outcome, however, the way the war sways
all depending on one simple thing, choice.