Enact

Are we an amalgamation of yesterday's?
If we are, how much are we, the steps we’ve still to lay?
How much sway does the day still have to play?

What does the choice we have yet to make have to say?
For our tomorrow to be ascertained from what we have attained this day;
How can it be that we so often fail to see, just what’s going to be our memory?

Just how free are we to be what we want to see?
How free are we to make the most of what we are, for what we need to be?
From the interspersed cast of our subjective memory, its roll call of habits, the role of facts and the ethics of our morality?

How are we in fact, free to act, upon a choice brought wholeheartedly?
For by their precursor are we cursed so blessedly
To read the scripts of yesterday amidst the crypts of memory

Is it by the claws of our cognition we can see the scenes omission
That by letting go, we can grow to accept our flaws admission
That to react by stepping back, we are in fact, stepping forward to enact..