No free will


Fine people snoring, resting, at peace, What did they do to deserve release? I'm here, eyes wide ...rabbit in lights, thinking, hoping, lost in the night.
The pastor preached of love’s embrace, saying its a sword for cutting through evil’s face.
Yet love has left me torn and bare, Like hugging thorns, no point, no dare.
I chase the dream of quiet mind,
Work and toil, yet peace won’t find.
Life’s a puzzle, cruel and vast,
A sermon preached to minds held fast. Hearts weighed down by pain and vice, Burdened souls who roll the dice. Cynicism, a safer bed,
Than love that leaves us left for dead. Still, something in me keeps its spark, a flicker burning in the dark. Is it hope, or just the need, a want for pussy 
For hands that soothe, for love to feed?
Do I care if I rise or fall?
If love is mine, or none at all?
The honest truth is I do not know
I let it play, I let it flow.
For in the end, if fate stands still, then what is choice?...Arthur said it...no free will. 

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