Who's to say,
That every choice you make,
Wasn't already made for you?
Who's to say,
we even have free will?
For all anyone knows,
We are puppets,
In a game.
Or a masterpiece,
Or a simulation.
Is their a force out there,
Controlling me.
Who's to say free will isn't just an illusion?
Every. Choice.
Already made for us?
Or is free will real?
A gift of freedom.
Who's to say there aren't trillions of alternative paths and alternate universes out there full of every choice we did and didn't make,
Creating entire different outcomes.
Every choice we make can have a large impact of where life will take us.
Be careful.
Who's to say,
Everything you know is even real?
Where is reality, because I can't find it.
Shout out to this bitch@bitchypoets <3
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
