is this life our own?
or is it just a passing thought
that we substitute for our lives?
these thoughts come and go
as well as our experiences
of the unfolding of reality.
do we live our existence?
or do we live a life
that has been handed to us?
this may not make sense to you right now,
and if it does not
please try to concentrate on why,
as our lives are so short
that even the slightest distraction
steals most, if not all of our unfolding life
from us and leaves us with
the expectations of others.