Mirage

Poncho:

Many days have past and yet I remain without the sight. Will time ever be that of my control or will i float helplessly through it. As I am, only a tourist. Can I control anything? Do I possess the capacity to choose freely? Does not my arms become entombed by invisble shackles? Can scissors cut the strings above my body? I am doomed by my own self being.

You may once asked yourself about your own will. If times repeats will it all be the same? Study the past and you will know all the answers. You will be able to find yourself. Always there, always waiting. Nothing can take that away from you. Bound stronger than any chemical bond.

Somethings are designed to leave you unanswered. I would love to beleive but how can I tell if I don't have that chance. Everything I do becomes everything I did. Never will I experience it a new. The choice becomes nothing more than what was to be. The choice is like one of those things that seems to be there but actually is not on a hot summers day in the Sahara.

-Evad