I Wonder
Are we truly free?
Do we decide our own fate?
And that which becomes our lives?
Or are we like the waves?
Moving along the ocean’s currents
Powered by the earth’s wind
Destined to find a foreign shore
Drifting along without thought
No right or wrong path to follow
Just a constant motion towards the end
To reach a final rest upon that beach
As another wave begins
following the break of before it.

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