The Script

I woke up in a scene I don’t remember choosing

Lines in my mouth but I never rehearsed

Every step feels like déjà vu moving

Like I’ve been here before in reverse

There’s a clock with no hands on the wall

Still it ticks in the back of my mind

Every choice like a domino call

Set in motion long before time

You can run, you can fight, you can question the page

But the ink don’t fade, it just hardens with age

We’re reading from a script we never wrote

Every word already carved in stone

Every road that we think we chose

Was a path we were meant to know

Lights go down, curtain starts to shift

Every breath just another line to hit

Free will feels like a clever myth

When you’re living inside the script

Met a stranger who knew my ending

Spoke my thoughts like he read ahead

Said, “You’re right on time, no pretending

Every doubt that you’ve ever said”

Tried to break from the lines I was given

Ad-lib my way out of the scene

But the world kept snapping me back in rhythm

Like I’m part of a bigger machine

You can scream at the sky, say it’s all just a lie

But the stage stays lit and the roles don’t die

We’re reading from a script we never wrote

Every word already carved in stone

Every road that we think we chose

Was a path we were meant to know

Lights go down, curtain starts to shift

Every breath just another line to hit

Free will feels like a clever myth

When you’re living inside the script

Who wrote the first line…

Who cast the roles…

Who set the ending

Before we had souls

Is it fate… is it code…

Is it God… or a show…

Are we actors who forgot

Or just characters that know

We’re reading from a script we never wrote

Every scar already in the notes

Every fall that we thought was chance

Was a step in a bigger plan

Final scene, no rewrite, no shift

No escape from the lines we live

Free will fades in the closing script

When you realize…

You were written…

Long before your first breath…