The sorrow that accompanies us all
We deny ourselves the happiness
That is born to us with freedom
With humanity
With life

What happens to our dreams?
When our dreams are the destiny we choose
That lead us down this path
Of what we didn’t know
Of what we thought we knew
And what we wanted
Was something perceived, and now unreal

The force that binds us
Separates us too
Just as the exploiter and exploited

The exploiter and exploited
Are hardly separated
A means to an end
An end of means
Who knew freedom so close to slavery?
Yet so far?

Just as threads run side by side
In the weave of a fabric
Varying in origin and sometimes
In destination, too
We intertwine to form
This tangle of unmitigated mess
Of cause and effect
Action and consequence

Everyone is a slave to their dreams
Desires in hindsight
Haunt our days
And reflect obscenely
Into the nights that are
And the revelations that were

Who knows a slave?
We all do. Who is it that binds –
You?
Are you?

 

 

I introduce to you
Three individuals
Who prove
We are entangled into a whole