Why does it become nessasary sometimes,

To do utterly unnecessary things?

Why do our decisions on our life sometimes,

Depend on other’s beliefs and ideas?

Why do circumstances force us sometimes,

To do deeds we would never otherwise do?

And why do we feel helpeless sometimes,

When in reality it is, after all, our life?

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