Deception.
I wander on the road.
Fate.
I can't hear the cries of others.
Control.
Wandering aimlessly, yet with a clear direction.
You're already fed up, aren't you?
There are always Upper Beings, always existences above you, always someone directly or indirectly controlling everything about you.
You have no secrets, no identity, no value, everything you do is meaningless.
Your experiences are pre-written, your growth predetermined, your suffering is neither more nor less, your Luck is just right.
You climb the Pathway, conform to destiny, it's all arranged.
You violate standards, usurp power, everyone knows deep down.
All love and being loved is ruled by others.
My dear child, have you ever thought that while I tell you these things, in a distant world, it is a cunning, impoverished scholar furiously writing, controlling your Fate?
Everyone is deceiving you.
So am I.
Actually, I've always known all this.
