Strings

Strings

A Poem by Crifa

An idea not so clearly defined
This abstract figment we feel.
It's a wonder whether stars align
Or do we all have free will?

Contradictory thoughts and evidence
Provides us with a blurred truth.
Not sure if it's cognitive dissonance,
Is my whole life decided at youth?

Free to feel what I'm given,
Free to think what comes to mind.
Yet, to these thoughts I listen,
Is freedom truly this blind?

Our environment is in control of the "freedoms" it brings,
But "A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings".

© 2016 Crifa


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