Past, Present, and Future

We get to know which is right and which is wrong,
But can we actually tell if it's the truth or not?

Life is like a pencil that will surely run out,
It's up to us what writings we will sing about

We are free from the choices we make,
Prisoners of the consequences it takes,
Warriors once we battle with another risk.

No two men read the same book.
Everybody understands differently.