Do you always choose what you do?
Or is it sometimes programmed into you?
What does making decisions even mean?
Especially when things are just chance pulling the strings behind the scenes?
Does pain find you or is it the other way around?
Can your mind be completely safe and sound?
Is vulnerability a weakness or an asset?
Can your life be planned or is it just a random event set?
Is what’s yours ever truly yours?
Do all maladies have cures?
Does catharsis help in any way at all?
Does support necessarily break the fall?
Do we write our own stories or are we just puppets in a play?
Does night always end in a beautiful day?
Does silence ever imply peace?
Can anyone ever perfectly answer these?
Questions like these always fill my mind
Maybe it is just me being blind.
I may have the answers right in front of me
And maybe it’s me who’s choosing not to open my eyes and see?
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