Writings of a lone spaceman

Everything is moving fast, At a single blink, Gone are the days into the past, All we have is our choices to think, In our decisions to trust, Distracted by illusions we cast, Illusions of purpose and freedom to last, Every decision we make is another path, Do you not see? Everything hangs on the scale of choices, It's just like zeroes and ones, Like a simple binary, Our destinies are coded into reality, To be or not, To exist or not, To pursue answers beyond insanity, A choice to accept or reject, The very existence of choice, Dictates free will, Or so we would believe and feel, And pretend to be free, But always end up, Exactly where we are meant, to be.