To choose good
Or choose the poison
Most the time everything is meaningless under the sun
So I choose the poison
But then I kick and scream as it attacks my oxygen
Numb, lifeless and overcome
Guilt is a power that reigns stronger than I,
Still, I don’t choose the former
For the battle in my flesh confirms this battle of logic
Oh, how this path seems inevitable!
So, what do you say free will?