This question. The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain.
Who is it that chooses our steps in a dance?
Who drives us mad, flashes us with whips, crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible?
Who decides whether we should exist or not, or deserve what we get?
Who understands our pain, fear, agony, happiness, love and satisfaction?
Who is it that keeps us from chosing the right path and drives us into traps?
Who is it that tells all these things?
Is it me...?
Is it no one...?
Posted by Andie
Who is it that chooses our steps in a dance?
Who drives us mad, flashes us with whips, crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible?
Who decides whether we should exist or not, or deserve what we get?
Who understands our pain, fear, agony, happiness, love and satisfaction?
Who is it that keeps us from chosing the right path and drives us into traps?
Who is it that tells all these things?
Is it me...?
Is it no one...?
Posted by Andie
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