Must I succumb to the struggle of some version of life, or be content living in Ennui desperate for a revelation, a hope of some kind.
Looking around for a semblance of a heart beat, anything but monotony. A world held captive by their own resignation to a mindless sense of motivation. Everything is a learned imitation, a passed down education. A lie accepted, never tested. Presented in disguise, a prison wardened by Deception, not hard to get in no chains needed bound by what were fed to believe in. Before I sleep with the rest I vow to take a real breath.