Glass Windows

A myriad of dreams, punctuate the moments that defy category. Lending small, yet un-surmountable, mounds of clarity, to waking minds.They are monsters and angels who offer hope for what could be; over mountains and horizons, with vast and penetrable ease. Yet, they are contained within looking jars, too fragile to touch, too wild to ignore.

So why do they struggle, and why are they defied? Like the shadow from the monolith cast always towards the sun. Why is now, and the answer has already gone. Leaving me searching for where it may re-appear.These questions are like coffin nails to the imagination, and fuel to my passions, stoking heavily beneath.

I wonder what my given rights are. I wonder why I must aspire to be free. I wonder why I must accept an alternative, because to be “free in mind”, is to be free from chains.

Every day brings new challenges of restraint. Have you found your price yet? How long before you cave and give in to the ease and opulent comfort, awarded for the sacrifice? There is no use in fighting, there are no dreams left.Or, is there still one? There is still the one thing that is continually denied us; absolute freedom.

How much of our life is manipulated by political/social ideology? Why are all the suppressing drugs legal? Like us, this all changes from day to day. There is no master plan, there is no one watching over us who will guide us in the “right” direction, to our eventual salvation.

We are on a knife edge defined by this question:
Is evolution an inherent occurrence, or is it a conscious choice?

I thought too often, too deep to dream. I was trapped inside caverns of enormous empty volume, lost amidst echoes of rotational prison bars. There was never any need for a key, all there ever was, was reason. One powerful enough, to warrant justification.

So I said “Fuck tomorrow! You’re life is going by"