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.