It is madness that drives us
We are puppets of our subconscious
Fear, envy, & lust betray us
Insecurity and pride overwhelm us
One by one we learn to rip our strings
Determined to set ourselves free
But in its p,ace we find three more
Never knowing who we really are
Our choice is our hope and obsession
Our choice is the greatest deception
Our choice is our holy grail
Our choice is our prison cell
How much choice do we truly have?
Do we weave the fabric of our own being?
Can we enslave the chaos around us?
Do we choose our life’s true meaning?
We are far to simple and fragile
We are too stupid and short-lived
Do we even choose our own dinner?
Only God the creator can hold it all in balance.
Nov. 4, 2011
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