Programed

DNA,
computer code.
It dictates 
all.
Gender,
physical features.
Personality,
intellect 
everything!
Instinct,
how does
a baby know
to suckle 
at birth?
Instinct?
What’s that?
It’s coded
to know.
Just like
a computer
knows 
how to 
follow a 
key stroke 
command.
We are 
all
who we 
are due to
coding.
DNA coding.
We are
programed to
do what
 we do, 
be
what we 
be.
Locked 
into our 
prisons,
following our
code.
Made to
do what
we do.
Shackled,
away,
 a part from
free form
reality.
A reality 
that knows 
no bounds
has no limits.
Free 
of the 
limitations 
of the 
corporeal.
In the
end, it
all comes
to be.

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