The Wise choose or not?

The vice of Choices, o fathom not dear friend.
A world so full of misery wallowing in darkness felt
One choice and then another an endless tale
Never exerting a moment's rest to such tales of pace
Consider this, Now for a moment though dear friend
Are the choices really ours, or we are already from the choices beforehand?
For what you choose today is already because of what was chosen previously
Though it appear to be your choice right now, it was destiny's preplay secretly
Now a moment of choice has come again untold
For you to see if That chooses for you or you are the choicer of predestined fold
A mysterious play is happening even Now
As we assert our choices are right somehow
You and me are all just tiny specks
Of the Almighty dust that covers the Cosmic events.