I Live in a Glass Box

I Live in a Glass Box

By Sarah Silverstein

We live in a glass box

Subjects to heaven and hell

Are we creatures of free will—

Or merely puppets on a string,

Subjects to heaven and hell

Or merely puppets on a string

Are we creatures of free will?

Or are we brain-washed to fit in?

Merely puppets on a string, no,

I refuse to accept without questioning

Are we creatures of free will?

Who or what is granting me choice?

I refuse to accept without questioning

I know all the answers are bleak—

Who or what is granting me the choice

Or can answer the questions I seek

I know the answers are bleak

But decisions must be made

Who or what is granting me choice?

To live in awe, or to be afraid—

Decisions must be made

I must look within myself

To live in awe or to be afraid

My destiny is mine, my future is not paved

Are we programmed to be this way?

Are we creatures of free will?

The world so cloudy, but one can see through:

We live in a glass box.