I’m not free, I’ve simply wandered aimlessly;
An antithesis of liberty, it seems.
Sojourned on my journey, reserving energy,
Now idle, I lay low lest I be seen.
I’m not free, I’ve simply bluffed reality;
An antiquated philosophy…to be.
Phantasmal silhouettes of insatiability,
Now mild, meditating on this dream.
I’m not free, I’ve simply fled from inevitability;
An android of opportunity and need.
Duality approved and sanctioned amiably,
Meanwhile, singularity alludes to a key.
I’m not free, I’ve simply lived individually;
An anarchy manifest, truly.
Undeterred by systematic hive mentality
This child realizes now that none are free.
I’m not free, I’ve simply waxed poetically;
An ancient soliloquey, that’s me.
Awash by the tide of my own discrepancies,
Even so, I’ll whisper sweet nothings to the trees.