What I see,
is perhaps,
what my mind wants me to see.
What I feel,
is perhaps,
what my heart wants me to feel.
What I say,
is perhaps,
what my words want me to say.
What I do,
is perhaps,
what my conscience wants me to.
Am I a mere puppet
of the elements of my being?
Do I truly exist
or just a mechanism of destiny?
~~~~~
Asha Seth
