Awareness arrives by first breath heard…
eyes open, imbued with confined realities,
choices offered from a box of masks,
one that I must choose.
Consciousness diminished, I’m awake,
reality plane unfolds in a world shared with others,
where patterned movements repeat in rhythm,
by occupied masks, and choices made.
Beings surround me,
clothed in white flannel,
cautiously walking invisible tight ropes,
confiding in their manuals.
Do not disturb signs around their necks,
they walk silent in all directions,
lost in sequential patterns,
as operational programs.
I do not choose,
but instead sit down
watching wasted time,
by a thousand mimes on aimless paths,
all working to feed the machine god,
that gives them light to do so…
They have chosen,
as have I,
who gets up,
and looks for the door.
About this Poem: We are born into a World that expects us to choose from a limited set of choices that serves only the machine of Industry and its master.