How much of your life is your own free choice or is your path laid out for you to follow?
Free Will or Predestination?
Coincidence Is life as random as it seems, Each day brand new with no restraint, A gift of freedom and of choice Without restrictions' gloomy taint? Or this .. I've known that man before Though when I really can't explain. Is this a chance coincidence That's passing through my life again? Or was all this once prearranged, Are we predestined every day To do things where we have no choice, To live but never have a say? Perhaps life is a colouring book With dot-to-dot and boundary lines. We draw in details all the time, New pages showing our designs. Coincidence is more or less An act of fate, and if that's so It's no surprise it lies in wait, Appearing everywhere we go. So which is real .. unplanned events Or life laid out by other means? We are here while time moves on, Daily colouring in the scenes.
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