Born unto nature
Through nurture to Me
With the free will to choose
From the futures I see.

But does the mind hold the key
To the gates of my freedom
And determine the path
Of who I become?

Is all that is tried
And tested and tempted
All just decreed
By a mind much lamented?

Are all sorrows and joys
What I feel as being free
Just prisoners of what
My mind allows me to be?

So in this great journey
Of trial through my choices
Am I just a slave
To my mind and its voices?

And when I will look back
At the way which was opened
Was it a path of the conscious
Or a course predetermined?