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A life without Choice( Original Poem)

June 7, 2017




Written by Linzo

Asleep at  a spinning wheel,

I seem to care less for the inevitable spindle,

threatening my life like a constant shadow,

that haunts me in my choicelessness.


Deep down in my slumber,

I have built fantasies of freedom.

But how can I be free if I can’t choose?

Leading a scripted life at the mercy of the spindle,

I feel my absurdity in likening my life to a script.


But isn’t it time I faced the truth?

In hope that it will set me free!

Without spontaneity, there exists no life.

Can spontaneity be scripted?

One has to wonder, what I have been up to all along? Living a lie!


Image credit: Pixabay


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