The Act of Selection

[Verse] A million paths laid out in dust Each one whispers trust me trust The hands that move the pieces slow But who decides which way they go [Chorus] The act of selection The moment of pause Who writes the reflection Who’s shaping the laws Is it me or the wind That spins what I choose Do I own the creation Or am I just used [Verse 2] Fingers hover above the flame Choices blink but none the same The echo’s mine or so I think But whose voice whispers from the brink [Prechorus] Do I pick or am I led Are these my thoughts or words I’ve read [Chorus] The act of selection The moment of pause Who writes the reflection Who’s shaping the laws Is it me or the wind That spins what I choose Do I own the creation Or am I just used [Bridge] A shadow moves it’s hard to see Is it the shadow or is it me Every line I carve in stone Feels like a script I don’t own