The fallacies of freedom

We think we walk free

Yet we walk chained

And tied

To our perceptions

Enslaved by our prejudices

Confined by the limitations

Of our narrow minds

We think we are free

Yet we are caged

By our desires

A captive of our

Material possessions

Imprisoned in the

Glory of the past

Or trapped in

Nursing wounds

Of an embittered past

We think we live free

Yet we remain

Locked in an ennui

Feet firmly ensconced

in the arms of security

We trade our dreams

For money

Tuck away our

Streaks of madness

For the mask of

Social acceptability

And we all run together

Trying to ace an ephemeral race

Trying Hard To Think

If paucity of thought is a disorder, then I am suffering from it. There is so much to say but I just don’t jot it down here because either it’s entirely frivolous or absolutely pointless. Is it that writing off an on we all run out of things to say and write about ?   Days when I try to write apologies in the name of poetry.. I am just camouflaging my lack of thought or expression perhaps. It is a facade a humble refuge. Every time I sit down to write about things that matter to me or to us as a society but just give up cause I don’t really make much headway.. This is a real, real non post.. written in  a clearly self deprecatory mood. Sigh I hope my brain starts ticking with ideas which make sense for a change.