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Feb 2022
Gripped by our minds
The time ticks by
Attempting to find
The solace in Instantly gratifying means
The ends to which
Have long disappeared
Holes filling slower than the depths being dug
The fading light
The repetitive thud
Admiration derived
Not in awe
But in phones
Infiltrated eyes
Gaze capturing signs
Signalled are virtues
Interests conflicted
Capacity restricted
‘Willfully’ ignorant
The inner infant self soothes
Autonomy removed
The voice of discernment retreats into gloom
Value and meaning
Obscured, then consumed
Selected truths
No choice
Just seeming free will
No voice
Unless it lies within the narrative of choice
To speak
To be critiqued
Costly, free speech
The fighters retreat
Unconsciousness reigns supreme
Timothy
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Timothy  27/M/England
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