Beginning the End

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by MrPaush

by MrPaush

There is power in time

A lost desire or a past crime,

Which path will break the mold?

Are we pawns beholden to strings of old?

Is my action foretold?

Is my love written?

Are my words not my own?

I have thoughts of puppeteers,

Strings that lead us together,

Where my thoughts collide,

Giving me reason to run and hide.

I cannot decide if I am unique,

Can I have faith in what I care for?

Or is what I care for uniquely decided...

for nothing can be my own.

If there is no free will...

Then we can at least will to be free.

Hold on to me and together,

Wade through the darkness,

Break the cold wall of uncertainty,

Shatter through,

shake the world from complacency,

Today, tomorrow, and forevermore,

We will no longer tread carefully.