Freedom of choice, can never be
Rather, a designed destiny
With
Accidents, default settings by design
Coincidences, planned occurrences in time
Surroundings, attracted by rhyme
Then what, is the influence of time?
A matrix known, to only a few
The rest a drift, never knew
Only filling gaps, for the few
Like sheep, alive in meadow
On man’s command, they go
Slaughter sheering feeding, they never know
So, do we really want them to row?
Do they want to row?
Do we actually harvest what we sow?
Or is it just, part of the flow?
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 11:57 PM UTC
Freedom of choice, can never be
Rather, a designed destiny
With
Accidents, default settings by design
Coincidences, planned occurrences in time
Surroundings, attracted by rhyme
Then what, is the influence of time?
A matrix known, to only a few
The rest a drift, never knew
Only filling gaps, for the few
Like sheep, alive in meadow
On man’s command, they go
Slaughter sheering feeding, they never know
So, do we really want them to row?
Do they want to row?
Do we actually harvest what we sow?
Or is it just, part of the flow?
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