Fools Playing Pretend

Awakaned in the early hours of the morning

Spiraling away in existential dread

As if I'd realized how powerless I was

and ever will be

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Facing my life as it is, mere slave

Slave yes! Forced to live, work, laugh

and sleep, escaping is forbidden.

Wait, this isn't a prison?

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The fruit of life lost all its appeal

A mere bitter, revolting apple

a bit rotten in some places

yet there is nothing else to eat!

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Humans were never special

Only smart enough to hurt itself in its confusion

Superior than animals? In the image of God?

Ha! How hilarious we are in our delusions

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Laughing at dogs chasing their tails, silly creatures

as we run in circle, grasping at every silly sensations

pleasures, distractions from just how

powerless, inconsequential we all are

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Be he the eminent Prime Minister or, hell,

a billionaire, an emperor or whatever it is you hold in high esteem;

nothing more than fools playing pretend

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Oh if only true freedom was possible;

I'd spread my wings and live,

suffer and die how I see fit,

at least that would be of comfort...

Hey, a fool can dream at least