Steady Course, Unique Path

I question my freedom of will 

as my actions feel controlled by a cosmic puppeteer 

I do not know why or what future awaits me 

But every action seems controlled by logic of some degree 

The movement of cosmic giants 

Can be measured by certain variants 

My thoughts and emotions are predicted 

By doctors of the mind telling me “it’s scripted 

Within every individual by evolution 

Of ancestors that were blinded by illusions 

That there was more to this world than the physical 

Such as gods and tales that were mythical” 

My behavior and desires are constrained by a society 

Which I must please to the fullest of my ability 

Telling me how to act how to be and what to wish for 

But it seems it’s never enough and demand more 

So when I’m sitting still in this moment in time 

I’ll write my thoughts and worries and express that I’m fine 

To be controlled or not is an unanswerable question 

So even if I were in chains from my actions and interactions 

I’ll be content as long as that puppeteer 

Makes me different from anyone near