Were the things you call necessary ever chosen by you?
Or carefully placed into your life until you stopped questioning them?
Were your hands ever truly holding your life?
Or always wrapped around strings you could not see?
Were your hunger yours?
Your education yours?
Your comfort yours?
Your fear yours?
Were you ever making choices?
Or only selecting from options designed for you?
And the most terrifying question of all
Were you ever living your life out of your choice?