When you are left wondering what your life’s lot is,
do you surrender to the force of nature that you fought?
Is there a grand master plan, to explain your path
or merely a great illusion created to control your wrath?
If reality stems from some divine being glorious dream,
do I need to stop and wake you midstream?
Instead, were life created by my will and my choices,
let me surround my heart with other loud voices.
Build a fort from the stones of cast my way,
a place where I know, I will be okay.
Retreat, recover, heal and pray,
let my soul lead me astray.
Find the road I should be walking,
Rather than just sitting here talking.