Strings


An age old question
Is that of fate
Of the unseen hand
That destroys and creates

Do we have the freedom
The freedom to choose?
Or is it just an illusion
A clever ruse

Are we compelled by fate?
Are we really free?
Do I control the strings
Or do the strings control me?

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