the road

the air is hot
muggy and sweaty
i stroll down the road
dust stinging my eyes
i ponder my life
thinking to myself
of all the roads
i could have taken
why have i been chosen
to walk the road i am on
is it fate?
is it destiny?
did i choose this road?
or was it chosen for me?
i don't know
and i really don't care
i am happy
isn't that what matters
this road is long
with many twist and turns
i'll keep walking
till i can't walk no more
i am happy walking
this road i have chosen