Oracles

A poem about fate and a lack of free-will.

We can't see where we're going
Can only remember where we've been
As we travel the only path we can't retrace
The only way to go is forward
Until we reach that mythic place
Where three roads meet
And we can choose our fate
The right or the left
The beaten track or the road less taken
The high road or the low
But all along, we've always known what we would choose