Free to choose...



Free to embrace it all

Or to draw away

Free to board the freshest powder snow

Or relax on the sand,

Unbound by Fate

Those stone shackles which appeared to hold me

Now I see are dust,

And at last I realise

I am free.

Now when I view my life

From joyous mountain-tops,

I will not mourn

"Thus it was fated"

But rather, with pride, proclaim

"Thus I willed it."