Perception
The futures born of choices,
Even subtle ones we make,
They tie us to the voices,
That preside on those we take...
When something else controls you,
But is not with your grasp,
It becomes a force that holds you,
In the present not the past...
So divine is intervention,
When it can't be understood,
But if a thoughts not mentioned,
Is there purpose that it should...
As the universe keeps moving,
Just to keep us trapped in time,
It's Einstien that has proven,
That perception is of mind...
So ponder as I ask you,
Is it you who holds the reigns,
Or some higher power prone to,
Let us think we chose our name...
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