Actions

Our actions

They aren't all our own

Not anymore

Sure,

We have the illusion

Of choice

But it's just that-

An illusion

Our actions,

They were planned

We were manipulated

And now

We're trapped

Caught in their strings

The ones that

Our scissors can't seem

To cut

To break

Our actions,

We like to think

We had a choice

But, our actions

Were just effects

Of a previous one

Done with

No choice

As our choices

Are not truly ours

They never have been

They never will be