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Free WillWhere is this thing called "free choice"?
Have I willed it away unthinkingly?
Was it stolen in a brash harassment?
Or was it really ever there?
The path before me, was once chosen
Criss-crossed by ideas and
Angled inwards, my eyes
They do not see control.
Angled towards my elders
We find the reins.
No soft guidance, just the iron
Hands of a cross ruler.
A long forgotten memory
That never existed.
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