The Choice to Begin

We learned to count the stars by naming every light. Built gods from

broken questions just to sleep at night. We traded truth for comfort,

then called the trade wise. Drew borders on the earth and lines inside

our minds. We speak in borrowed echoes loud but never still. Afraid to face

the silence when we choose our will. Yet somewhere under noise and

carefully rehearsed, a softer voice remembers what we were at first.

When the maps all fail and the answers fray, what survives the doubt when beliefs

decay? What still remains when the masks fall through? When the world