Fight or flight
is not a survival instinct
but a human construct
the almighty strength of self-deceit.
As if the doors of right and wrong
we pass through
willingly or unwillingly
are marked and therefore define us.
From birth to death
we fall through the deep well of injustice
deeper and darker
if only to reach the surface
as if that is far enough.
A lifeline
we wait
and wait, find distraction and
forget. Wait some more.
Disembodied from the heartache
and human suffering,
the loss of who we are
while we are perpetually becoming.
is not a survival instinct
but a human construct
the almighty strength of self-deceit.
As if the doors of right and wrong
we pass through
willingly or unwillingly
are marked and therefore define us.
From birth to death
we fall through the deep well of injustice
deeper and darker
if only to reach the surface
as if that is far enough.
A lifeline
we wait
and wait, find distraction and
forget. Wait some more.
Disembodied from the heartache
and human suffering,
the loss of who we are
while we are perpetually becoming.
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