The Chalice of Choice

‘Existence is wondrous, the chalice of choice
Has made gods out of beasts, so let’s all shout rejoice’!
Believe this and life’s brutal trap’s got you caught,
Because science shows choices come well before thought.

Categorization as winner or loser
Is unlinked to your belief you are a chooser;
Events unfold patterns of physical laws -
The illusion of free will is theirs, and all yours.

Our awareness of making up our mind’s a tale -
A story we tell ourselves, succeed or fail;
From galaxies down to the last superstring
We are all clockwork fools ‘cause fate’s doing its thing.

Heft

do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?
can't make much sense of this strange story,
packed with heroes chasing glory:
I thought love was why we bother,
primed for action we just hover.

woke up in shock from dreams of leaving,
sweat-soaked sheets and stomach heaving:
can't work out why I keep falling,
no-one seems to hear me calling.

just say the word, I'll take you there,
unload this world for chaos knows where,
and lose all memory of the myth-made past,
live each moment like it's our last.

magic theatre - what's it worth?
a dance of death to find rebirth?
escape this heft, earth's leaden boots,
move into fifth, explore new routes?

so long, for now this time has come:
I saw the primal yarn being spun;
and so, you say, I played my part
to these loose ends right from the start.

the twisting trail leads us to here:
no more fun, no faith, no fear,
and all my hopes, those deep desires,
are melting in fate's heartless fires -
but do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?