At the End of the Road

Breaking free from collusion A watch tower stands tall a look out in the circular prisons surrounded by wardens laying down prescriptions and rules with us in the centre fragmented in dead ends and schisms mirrored glass no one inside we internalise as obedient fools At the gate high walls conscience barriers and road blocks imagined barbed wire where we pay fines in constant delusion monitored in constriction we fail to walk outside of that box abide by dogma norms lack vision to approach our confusion Afraid of cul de sacs dead ends stop signs for individual drive we halt and abide arrested immobilised for society’s sake accept torturous certainty admit to all guilt and as we shrive cannot distinguish from needs what is causing us mind ache Roundabout’s exits guarded by our very own straight jackets we spin around like puppets on strings to our master’s delight The ‘panopticon’ demands obedience and we cannot attack it for lack of conviction rebellion introspection rigorous insight Unless we break free from chains of what others demand disregard our dreams our beauty default on individual virtue the road ends at a four way stop where forever we stand disunited abolished forgotten and constant imagined taboo 4th January 2017 Written for contest: At the end of the road