Slaves
A strange thing to be
everywhere and no where
odd that something can fill our minds
yet slip through our fingers
to say it was worthless
would be irony itself
yet the temptation remains to discredit
If it were to disappear, then what?
would we still face the world and all it brings?
would there be anything to face?
Like air, we need it
yet it still holds us back
We curse it, and love it
give it and take it
all because we empower it
we feed the very essence
of what holds us most captive
an endless cycle of theory.
