Wednesday, September 11, 2019

I think, therefore I am

Overanalyzed to the point of no meaning
Observing my mental processes
From afar

Seemingly detached from a reality
That everyone's come to know
But myself

Marry a good person for their money,
Status, prestige, procreation
and posterity

Complicating our lives
for what?
Societal pressure?
Recognition?
Validation?
Fear of growing old, alone?

Give me a break
a big long break
one without interruptions
without entanglement
with a peace that only comes with letting go


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