Underground Madness

this is the redefition of ones definition an undastandin of self,fueled NOT by raw uncontrolable emotion but by pure intuition a mans' worth is weighed by his decisions wat of those i make not for ma own? Intuition is thought without origin we follow but do not question yet we do not face the truth a truth we do not know that we know like how our hopes are dreams we never dreamt r the choices we've made truely our own? Or our thoughts just words on a script, and life is the stage we're on i dnt knw which page im on and the page that follows seemingly "unwritten" bares faint imprints of our story, ITS ALREADY WRITTEN we're just doin the tracing so arises the question: if u didnt decide to read this and these words were never mine to write who am i? And even more importantly, who r u?