E c h o e s

Different things continually happen
   in the same way

Continually happen

In the same way

To me so often that these
   echoes and replays of the past

Echoes and replays

Of the past.

Are giving me an eerie feeling that
   the path of my life

An eerie feeling that

The path of my life

Hasn't been in my control.

I have realized the choices made
   at major crossroads

Were not choices at all

For many of the times I fought
   -to no avail-

A way I was forced to take.

And the place I now find myself

Is nowhere near the one I left for.

But here I am

I shall fight no more

Like a river I'll flow to my sea

Wherever it may be.