Free will

With absurd words don`t knit   your thoughts
Nothig  is    free  , --  in any    form
the Cosmos is bound by trillions of knotts
the stars arn`t   free, nor  Sun or moon
and  the World is trapped like a cocoon.

Your life is bound in a million ways
Your sight  or senses, your nights or days
are bound by nature or cosmic string
you dance like a clown as your hormones sing

And   we   respond, as  our reflexes kick
All , -- cosmic puppet, can`t   know the trick
our trillions cells are   have  billion whips
to make us  dance or `tease or strip`

Your  'Free-will 'dream is the greatest joke
'HE'  pulls the string with the Master`s stroke
you play to the tune, yet `free` you think
 these  ' cosmic   ourselvess' with forgotten link!
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April, 2012