The Mistake

I must have stood at a crossroads

When time gave pause for thought.

No person ordered me to act:

Moments were mine to consider.

I knew to well those dual roads

And where both would lead:

One to the content and peace,

The other to that age old storm.

Before me both choices were mine

And I was well aware,

But still I chose the downard path

To live in this Mistake’s shadow.