Systematic Escape

Still water… dark water. The abyss below tempts with its soft laughter. I gaze to the horizon and its deception of slavery and prosperous invention. It warns of the plunge I intend to take… Many mountains climbed for my life to stake on a dream of freedom from the race. Once more, mocks me to my scorched face. I fear no death, wrath, or pain, Yet the System’s whispers remain: “Come join, we’ll build the future.” Adrenaline coursing in response to the lure, I look at the feigned, golden sunset and chuckle at its pretended regret. A facade of freedom masqueraded by captivity Promising pilgrims refuge and vitality If they bow, discard the dreams and outraged cries… I have not forgotten, nor forgiven the system’s lies. From fear of the cage, came determined revelry, seeking its own path of war and liberty. I give myself to the abyss, laughing at the whispers of a broken System. (21 June 2016)