I'm sitting here waiting,
For God know's what,
Time is flying by me,
Leaving me in the dust,
I feel lost and confused,
Not knowing where to go,
It's hard feeling alone,
Yet knowing that you aren't,
You know you should speak up,
But you know that you wont,
People say that it's all about the choices,
That you make in life,
But what if it's not?
What if our lifes are all laid out ahead of us?
What if it's this giant plot,
A story line,
Where everything we do,
Isn't really a choice,
But a premade decision?
As I think about this,
And how little we truely are,
Time goes by,
And I'm left here thinking,
What if.