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eleanor prince Aug 2018
windmills turn
slicing days
as prescribed

moving water
as they do
set troughs

can't complain
there is no point
cycles set in place

grids buckle
like we're
trapped

live chequered lives
without ourselves
on deck

though paths
with every step
trod blind

at close of day
did we not take
that road

for steering wheel
this hand
grabbed

let's harness Self
remove the screen
and see

in this precinct
or yonder place
we've opted for

we took a route
with outcome
flawed
so often it seems easier to remain the victim - we aren't really seeing we are ultimately responsible for what we think and do
Vinnie Adams Jun 2018
I'm no victim,
only my own willingness to remain ignorant
and seek expression through physical pleasure.
I can only blame myself for not controlling what is my reality,
my body, thoughts and actions.
Here and now, I endorse all responsibility.

— The End —