WE ARE REAL

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.