Brave new world ~

Chains imprison me, society’s status quo and expectations.

It is truly difficult to break them.

Nevertheless, they can be broken, and so I shake them.

They rattle on my brain, and become looser.

The more I fought to become free, the more my face became bluer.

I suppose I approached it with the wrong mental focus –

I died, and suffocated, so putting up a fight just wasn’t enough.

I had to yield and mold to the confinement, eventually, I would be able to become alive in my dying.

Why try to cage a bird, that is like trying to block light from a sun?

This poem is done.

I’m onto higher involvement in evolving…