fauxcroft

I would spend life among the trees

and rolling down hills and valleys of evergreen,

if I had my way and could extricate myself from this society

that seems to manacle and chain me from being free,

so that I can continue on with the drudgery and  mundane work

that somehow seems to stop me ,

and holds me back as if my feet

and mind are set in a place,

that we can never leave

but most of this is because we enslave ourselves consciously,

unto the duty that we feel we have to comply with

and so as our own worst enemy,

we bring about our own defeat

and end up living lives of suffering and misery

and we have to find a way to break this cycle,

find a way to break free, from these chains that hold us back

and hold us down through our domestication,

old habits die hard they say

but we have to try to breakaway

and find a new form of thinking,

to stop ourselves from sinking,

without a trace into a life not lived,

for it ebbed away down the cosmic sieve

of compliance and passivity,

where nothing notable was achieved,

a wasted life of nothing really to show.