Legacy Of Their Creation

Did we choose, or were we made A thought designed, or fate we played Are we real, or just a thought A trace of light, lost in the dark Who holds the strings Who sets the way Are we the past, still on display A mind once formed, or simulation A legacy of their creation Is this world what we believe A truth we touch, or just deceive Do we exist, or just pretend A loop begun with no end Who holds the strings Who sets the way Are we the past, still on display A mind once formed, or simulation A legacy of their creation If we break free, what will remain The same old story, or just the name Do we repeat, or learn to see The hand that shapes, our history Who holds the strings Who sets the way Are we the past, still on display A mind once formed, or simulation A legacy of their creation Who holds the strings Who sets the way Are we the past, still on display A mind once formed, or simulation A legacy of their creation