Written by Linzo
Asleep at a spinning wheel,
I seem to care less for the inevitable spindle,
threatening my life like a constant shadow,
that haunts me in my choicelessness.
Deep down in my slumber,
I have built fantasies of freedom.
But how can I be free if I can’t choose?
Leading a scripted life at the mercy of the spindle,
I feel my absurdity in likening my life to a script.
But isn’t it time I faced the truth?
In hope that it will set me free!
Without spontaneity, there exists no life.
Can spontaneity be scripted?
One has to wonder, what I have been up to all along? Living a lie!
Image credit: Pixabay
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