My Path

This is the tune I am working into this sonnet:
I chose a path nobody else would choose
To travel through this blessed thing called life
I’ve used the trails nobody else would use
I’ve striven with that quintessential strife

“Your path is hard, so what,” the Master said
“You’ve chosen to be buffeted by fate”
“You chose to live, my son; you’re not yet dead”
“I know you almost died, but death will wait”

There is no destination, just a path
Though mountains all have peaks, they’re not the goal
Though we may fall, there is no need for wrath
To fall from heights is not to lose control

The choices I have made are mine, alone
My path is hard; so what, I should have known!

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