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A blank sheet of paper
I have a question for you friend
So tell me please
Do we shape life or life shapes us?
Do we make a choice?
Or choice is made for us already?
Could it be that existence is a puzzle
Made up of bits and pieces
Of other people's influence
I wonder what
In fact
What makes me me?
What makes me think a certain way?
What makes me like the things I like?
And hate the things I see?
Is it people that I've met
That shaped my consciousness?
Who become a part
Who play a role, in
History of our lifes
One face or another, overtime
Does its job
On your heart and mind
You're born into this world
As a blank sheet of paper
Unwritten, untouched
Your story is, yet
I begin to be afraid
That we're all made up
Like dolls
Who's mind is played with
By anyone who enters
Our little world
With statements and decisions
Made by other people
Who like the things they like
Who hate the things they see
Because of someone else
Who shaped their heart and mind
Published 29th Apr 2011
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