One Morning on Mulberry Lane

That morning on Mulberry Lane, as dawn crept softly through the sky, 

I found myself deep in thought, with a curious whisper, a mental sigh. 

Pondering, as one often might, on a stroll that breaks the night. 

My feet tapped rhythms on the cobblestone, 

Here I wondered with each step and turn, Are my thoughts my own, or do they simply churn? 

Is my journey mine, marked by will, Or am I walking still, on neural threads, so finely spun? 

As I pondered, deep in thought, A child’s laughter broke my plot. 

A soccer ball rolled to my feet, A simple choice—ah, life’s sweet treat. 

I kicked the ball; it sailed in glee, The child cheered wildly, so carefree. 

In that moment, clear and bright, I felt my heart take joyful flight. 

Perhaps free will is not so bound, By neurons, noise, or background sound. 

For in each act, small or grand, The heart plays too, takes a stand. 

On Mulberry Lane, my doubts did sway, With every step, I shaped my way. 

I’ll walk this path with heart and will, On Mulberry Lane, quiet and still.