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How do I
articulate for my part, in a method you’d comprehend? How would I be reminiscent of a time; so far left behind? I am more than what you see before you; so greatly more! Yet, I am encaged by this flesh, immobilized by this mind. Day by day I discover the ways in which I have been entwined. The shackles that hold me are constructed of another’s opinion. We’ve been told and we’ve been taught, this is right and that is wrong. You serve this god and I serve mine; apparently each one being the righteously alone. How do you veer from that which you’ve been trained to dread? To waver in any way would bring your doom; self love exceeds common sense always. So, what is true and what is not? The beloved expression; you should plainly believe. I don’t mind to surrender my will to a justly more significant one. But; I can’t determine, who that really is? So, I bravely pick one… but, my intellect has a sacrilegious technique. It computes incessant; it calculates without end. At my foundation; deep within my being, I distinguish that most of life is veneer. Human chronicles, fashioned to direct what is customary. Tell me no more legends, no more fabrications to deem true. What, unerringly, will I convene at my body’s fail? Give me no more impractical convention, bizarre decrees to regulate common credence. Give me the data or at least tell me where it is at. I desire the original of the system for this subsistence. Come on… give it up. Now my psyche battles on; endeavoring to seize the fraudster. Postulating the authentic foundation; the one I deduce most plausible to have existed. Nevertheless; my dreams are as illusory as those I have been directed to accept as true. Oh… how appalling it is; all this futile misleading. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |