We Are

We are what we are not aware of, or at least that's the noises that we make
We take the steps we are driven too, and consider them decisions we take,.
We are shaped and shuttled by environment, our actions have their causes,
We ricochet in endless reaction while freedom  waits silently within the pauses.

Nothing real can be forced ,there is no relationship in comparison.
The exquisite art of simplicity, just facts without addition.
The dropping of pretensions ,the subtle and absurd,
The seeing of the fact that the thing is not the word.