As I think about all the tasks and perceptions handed down to me over time, and all the expectations that my breath gives birth to… I wonder if this life is mine or theirs.
I wonder if my actions are beyond my reach and I’m just dancing to a tune I can no longer make out. Swaying to a song still faintly heard by the masses, filled with rhymes about what life should be and the earnest importance of honesty.
My movements, no longer rehearsed are a natural part of my inertia and as I dance I can no longer tell the difference between you and me cause at some point we became them. So when I hear the applause I smile because the collective has approved of my actions and since I am them I approve of their guile.
“I wonder if my actions are beyond my reach and I’m just dancing to a tune I can no longer make out. Swaying to a song still faintly heard by the masses, filled with rhymes about what life should be and the earnest importance of honesty.”
I like that quote! I need to read your stuff more …
Thanks, means a lot. I’m glad you liked it