what does it mean to be a human
to live at our own commands
is there simply a greater choice
for paths every instinct demands?
is it all just a stage for the puppets
and we flow whether know it or not
into choreographed grooves of a dance
which then proves
every freedom is bought?
is it simply repeated and greater
interactions a mesh of design
or do we impact without any destiny?
each choice one more weave to the vine
no matter which way is the truth
i like to think freedom is real
not so much that man is God-like
but that God somehow knows how man feels
and while creatures below and above us
appear wired straight into the play
can we actually say man is different?
well perhaps fate will tell us some day