My every thought is controlled by, all
My previous thoughts and experiences, all
My dreams and fears, all
Those that I love.
My very action is controlled by, all
The millions of unread books, unseen films, all
The conversations of billions of unknown people, all
Those geniuses standing on the shoulders of giants.
Moths fluttering around the candle, or
Flies buzzing the window pane, or
Fish swimming in the seas
Free: Being themselves
My life is gripped in an iron vise,
Pre-ordained, controlled, perfectly designed
My freedom soars from certainty
I am what I am.
inspired by Daniel Kahneman’s “Thinking, Fast and Slow”
Do you mean iron viCe-actually a triple pun-or am I being too Russian?