by M. Joseph

Created on: January 17, 2009

Bound by no chains,

I know I am

Free.

So why does it feel

Like I'm linked to

A line,

A lineage of

Toilers in a field of

Ordered complacency.

Yes. Complacent.

Everyone I see,

Are fine with the setting.

They work, they live their

Lives, as though

Unaware of their

Enslavement.

Maybe I am the only one.

Perhaps they are free

And I've been caught.

I work against my

Will. I work for

Their society.

I work, I live

In a reality far

From my own.

I hear the voices, vague

And distant.

They accept what is

Given. Can not be

Changed.

They are bound

To what is

And can not see

What could be.

Why?

How?

Who am I to be

The one

That knows?

It must be self inflated

Ego.

I must be ill.

I must be

Imagining

That there could be more

Than what we see around

Us.

That must be it.

There certainly aren't

Walls around us,

Nothing keeping us

In.
But, then why cant

I see the

Horizon?

We must be chained together

So that we don't

Wander and get
Lost.

But who decides that

Here is where we
Should be?

It must only be

Me?

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