Is truth nothing more than cohesion of fact,
Or veridical testimony of existence intact?
Is destiny the inevitable conclusion of fate,
Or the journey itself; is that the debate?
Is ignorance something people pretend,
When they lack the ambition to ascend?
Is freedom a license to do as we choose,
Or a precious gift we should not abuse?
Is hope an expectation to achieve what we desire,
Or a desperate grasp; when the situation is dire?
Questions, questions; always so many questions
Don’t despair, ask away; many offer suggestions
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