The Free will paradox.

So I figure that I function with a free will i never knew existed,

and in this funny explosion of free will,

I figure that I am free.

Now, I would not attempt to explain these funny circumstances,

but I would attempt to assume a free will.

For as I see it,

I can either assume and create

Or i can conclude and resign to what is.

For if I were to conclude (and conclude ruthlessly at that),

I would conclude that I am a puppet and I know not of my master,

I know not of his strings, his will or his ways,

or his supposed 'elaborate divine plan.'

But I might just assume a free will and break free from such a construct anyway..

I, sirs,

may not possess a free will,

but I function with it.

And for all I care (and despite how it all appears)

I am free..

Grey

And barring my inception,

I have been in this funny shade of grey all my life,

And it was here that I (however vaguely) defined myself.

It was here that my world assumed its color,

My thoughts assumed their precision,

And I let go of my cherished assumptions

It was here that the world overwhelmed me

My conscience got foggy for the better,

And uncertainties flooded me.

It was here that I learnt how to love,

My gods became redundant,

And I threw away my crutches.

And it was here that I learnt how to live,

How to flow despite the flow of life,

And how to feel when the world seemed numb.