fauxcroft

Never have I been so lost before

Between the obits of our minds,

Are we real or are we just illusory

Are we just programs or are we really free,

Are we constrained by what we’re told

As if we are radio controlled,

Does this mean we really do not have a soul,

And we’re being guided by some unknown force

Dictating our journey and its course,

And if this is the truth then really what’s the point

But I just keep going on,

And I’ll find out the truth when I am done and gone.