They say we are free,
But they put us in chains.
Chains that constrict every action we make.
They say we have many choices.
"We can be this or that."
So we believe that we own our voices,
and we forget the hidden fact:
they gave us the options,
they gave us their portions.
Nothing we have belongs to us.
Everything we do is their choice.
They console us with man-made fabrications,
"Freedom is a state of the mind"
immediately we believe, going back to our stations.
Unaware that their primary incentive,
Is for us to believe we have our own perspective.
Nothing we have is original.
Everything we are is conventional.
No one is safe, no one is free,
Even those that say and act "unique",
Even those that deride the conformists,
Even those that believe they know the truth.
They all have one thing that ties them eternally,
For they are all ignorant of the harsh but true irony:
Trapped in the same currents and deadly waves,
As those they mock making them the same.
Not unique, not better, not knowledgeable
Not even the least bit honorable.
They too are as derivative –
As you.
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The Written Word
PoesíaThese are poems written by me and they range depending on my mental stability. Here's my introduction: Poetry is thoughts that breathe, Poetry is words that run. My thoughts are intimate, they are my breath. My words will make the callous one's hear...
