My life follows the ups and downs that seem to flow
I never can manage to sustain the two flows
But instead they seem to manage me
So I guess I am the flow and the highs and lows are my paths, and also my flaws.
I've always been told I could stand on my own two feet.
But how can I do that when I don't control the state of my surroundings
My innate goals, my innate drives, my innate ways are all subject to
An ever changing subjectivity.
They are subjected to a subjective world in which I can never escape.
To escape is to forget
Yet how can I forget when I'm human?
How can I escape when I'm stuck to the ground?
How can I escape when my wings are hypothetical constructs?
To escape is to forget
And to forget is to escape....
YOU ARE READING
The Time series
PoetryIn order to escape you got to know your blockade. Yet to forget is to escape, and thus a story of attempting to escape by first knowing what controls you.
