I feel my free will

but are the wires I pull

stretching out into the world

attached only to what I think is real

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is freedom not the joy you can have

of fantasizing the world you live in

being a cluster of stardust that can dream

Yesterday I found a switch

that could be turned up or down or all around

when I turned my head in welcome dispair over forgotten choices

I saw in the corner

this dirty old panel with lights and red buttons

symbols I recognize from the day’s before life

seems to have started

staring at it I remember slowly my little fingers hovering over these buttons

feeling for a choice

Sometimes you come across a switch

in life

one you don’t know what it does

and still you get the urge to turn

it up or down

which ever way feels good

I see the timer rests on zero

I forgot

do i still have to set it

or did it just go of