Scared of the future , Scared of the now.
A twisting choking pain fills my stomach and climbs up my throat.
I have too much time and no time.
I’m alone, afraid.
I must work for money.
Money, an imaginary object, made to separate people from each other.
So I toil my life away for the benefit of those with the most imaginary objects.
Wasting my life breeding more slaves for the worthless toil.
Freedom is too scary a concept.
It means, no rules, no religion, no god.
Just me.
Treating others as myself.
It’s so simple that I can’t do it.
My mind complicates, my mind projects,
Till their is so much confusion, I forget the easiest way to be,
Is to love all and forget myself.
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