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My inefficiencies as well as efficiencies

were created as part of me.

I did not choose

this way for me.

My road was already paved ahead

for me to grow and see.

Brick by brick,

and stone by stone.

Bit by bit I have been shown.

Meandering about I can feel

all of the eyes that follow me.

Trying to protect me.

I am given free will,

but things have

already been determined still.

My make and model

is nothing new.

Others before me

were the same too.

I still feel

that I am different than most,

but how can that be,

if we were made from the same post?

Questions without answers.

Time without rhyme.

My thoughts race around in my head

and certain subjects I lightly tread.

I happen to think,

that there is a

reason for everything

that happens in the universe,

and I think that a star will fizzle out and disperse

each time there is a tragedy.

Nothing could be worse.

The lights that light up the sky

helps to direct us along our paths,

hovering overhead to be our guide

in all that we do in lieu

of troubles that may come far and wide.

The feeling is so surreal

and I am in awe of how things

are regardless of the will.

Choice is what we are said to have,

but I am confused. Do we really have the choice of free will,

if we are created to be what we are to be already?