Is there more to life than what exists in the bare thought.
Is the thought of life present in all which seems to be existent.
Am I more than the thought of what a human should be.
If all succumbed to the idea that man is blue, would the thought work as a driving force until every last bit of colour I thought I represented slowly turned into different shades of pale blue.
Do I rule my own faith, who I am or would like to be and what colours my existence shift to.
Or am I ruled by the thought of a predestined path already set out for me to walk along.
If I rule the colours of my destiny, the thought of my life. Are my decisions being made from my mind or is my mind set by the decisions I should have made."