Today is a winding road, one that’s taking me to places I don’t want to go, but when have the fates ever cared what i thought?

As the fates would have, I’m on my own today, but still the memory of your voice floats through the back of my mind, winding in and out, fluctuating in rhythm and strength, thunder as lighting strikes somewhere on the distant horizon.

So where will today take me? Will I ever get a say in the matter?