Freewill — Rush

There are those who think that life is nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings, We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot conceive. The stars aren't aligned Or the gods are malign- Blame is better to give than receive.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide, you still haven't made a choice. You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose Free Will.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- they weren't born in lotus-land.

All preordained- A prisoner in chains- A victim of venomous fate. Kicked in the face, You can't pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate.

Each of us- A cell of awareness- Imperfect and incomplete. Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.