Questions Of Life. Poem by ReubenJames Rodriguez

Do we all live in a dream?
We wake up every morning wanting to be cherished and loved; but are we?
Every morning is a different story, or is it?
We vision our futures and once reached, we wonder if we have already accomplished it, do we have a future?
Are we all part of Gods’ board game?
Are we all proposed with a life without noticing our true destiny?
Do we really have choices?
Do we just imagine ourselves having choices to feel free?
Why is it that when we are born, we question everything?
We judge technology for not having a mind of its own, but are we just as programmed?
We judge others for doing wrong, why?
We are born with a heart, brain, stomach. Are we all that different?
Why do we see news of aliens, visions of God, spirits and monsters?
Do we really have a history?
Or is that also just a fake?