What ideal do you carry with you into life?
Do you have a creed, passed down from your ancestors?
Have you forged a new path, something of your own?
Does the influence of others' become your identity?
Are we all echoing eachother, until we are so blind to truth as to finally say:
"I am paragon, and you will bow before my conviction"
Truly, what drives you?
Is it society's mold, cold and dark from when it was cast?
Perhaps a dream, the chase for something better?
Or is it obligation, the sacrifice to the inevitable?
Do you really go through life, imagining your own autonomy? Imagining that you are the wizard of Oz, a puppet master of your life? The person that has the free will to say yes or no?
To that I question your sanity, for are you truly so blinded by perceived destiny so as to say:
"I am God, and with my power the world is shaped"
Foolish, or brave.
Misery, or hope.
Slave, or rebel.
Do you fall to the whims of fate?
Or do you crawl in the maze of hubris?
Perhaps, if you are lucky, you walk among kind infinity.