Que Sera, Sera...

The only species on this planet which is 'aware' of itself.
We can think, deeply...
So we think. And think.
And make a mess of it all!
When the spirit flies in open skies, no bond tethers it to Reality.
But we are too immersed in the game of Life to let the soul roam free...
Instead we think. And think.
So life passes by in a confused, contorted haze.
And we think of all that could have been...
Only if we had the courage to let go.
We think.
And only the ads say, 'Just Do It'!
Do it. Just.
Que Sera, Sera.
Whatever will be, will be!