. . . a
There is life
and there is death.
:trapped in binary
I don’t know what death is.
:fear of unknown
I didn’t choose to be born.
:perpetuating without choice
I can’t say I regret it.
But then again, I can never know its actual
regret, for I know nothing more than this life.
After I was born, I was conditioned…
It seems, without choice.
They fed me what they did, what they had,
what they could.
:perpetuation of status quo
I do not blame them for who I am.
But I do wonder, what could have been
had there been a consciousness of choice.
from everything there is to choose from
but first, or maybe later, you'll have to work
your life away in a job that only satisfy's your desire to obtain that which
you choose. The job is just a vehicle.
:the small print
Go on, don't be scared, we offer garauntees too.
Plus everyone else is doing it.
:illusion of security and motivation
Breaking down the barriers.
Breaking down the need for them to constuct
LET GO OF ME.
(no. actually I need to learn to
let go of you… fuck)