I felt lost and wandered streets that filled the air with echoes of similar conversations weaved into different people’s bodies, a collective of the same rhythmic tune
Trying to echo the same, but all that could come out was puzzled pieces spilling onto the carbled floors
The conversations were a chore, people can be barred in a cell, invisible to the sight and senses, with obedience and delight the key is given to this civilization, already deemed of what should be for this world and who shall play each role accordingly
Free will is as much as a choice as a food menu
Curiosity led me to find a new key, step out and embrace the freedom that was upon me, only to find that there have been footprints here before
It read in the fine labeled print- ‘This is the way it’s supposed to be, tickets accustomed with the seats of the finest train to its predestination’
This is who you are, this is what we are!
Like a mother fixing her daughter’s hair before a special event, the daughter bored, the mother earnest
These and many more words stung at me
A thousand angry wasps that melted into my veins for a decade
Rage and confusion trickled and dripped into my throat spreading it’s seething hot blood into my eardrums
They were washed, rinsed, and cycled, finally set to dry, laundry on a clean and fresh spring day
Hare crossing my path between past, present, and future
Forming this reality which transpires into another
I sit at the table with furs in suits, underneath I know they are naked, hiding their truth yet, an invitation from ‘honesty’ and ‘pride’
False freedom reserved, for more eased minds
I can’t help but laugh and enjoy
The message loud and clear
A revolution, but who’s revolution?
