Are there really
Any wrong turns
Or mistakes
In the journey
Of our living
And in the writing
Of our life?

Perhaps
It is one way
Or the other,
Or another
Entirely different
Something else.

Who knows
And who is right?
Who can know ‘the truth’
Beyond their own
Or pass a judgement
Beyond the perception of the self?

And who is not alone
Upon the earth,
Solitary and singular
In every sense,
Sharing but paradox
And conundrum
Of the personal universe?

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.