So Where, Exactly, Did These Words Come From?
I wonder at times if we are still able to think for ourselves? Or does every thought, every appealing idea that we develop and nurture, come ready packed and generated elsewhere?
We are all players in someone's game whether we choose to engage or not.
But whatever our position, unless we find a way to side step the world completely, everyone seems to have a reason to sow their seeds of opinion and expectation into our fertile minds.
And I fear that, when I open my mouth, even though the voice might sound like mine, the words don’t really belong to me.
