Echoes of Choice

In the passage of time, Emotions a varied tide, Returning to where I began, Advance, retreat, or linger, Cycles shifting, uncertain stance, Which road to tread, Whose hand to grasp, Yours, his, another's, HIS, Ah, why is He the last? Ah, well! Here I am anew, In the chill of solitude, Riding on until the end.