The Illusion

I am carried
Far and wide,
By all but an illusion
That is bestowed upon me.

The choices or paths
Are not mine to make or walk,
For each day that passes
Takes me somewhere new.

“Where might you finish?”
It asks of me,
Yet never has a question
Drowned me in its mist.

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