If every move is predetermined,
Every decision already made
It is just possible, we are mere characters,
In a game, someone else wants played.
We lie to ourselves, so we stay numb,
Create decisions where there so clearly, are none.
Choices to keep us safe in a lie, the game, already done.
Then by our own, falsified reformation.
Purely because, we swear it to be so.
WE ARE REAL.