The human condition
Statues trapped in boundaries contoured by us,
witness seasons, day and night, dreaming desires,
just the way we drift through life, in deep stupor …
like dead men walking.
Dancing puppets, hypnotised, know not that they
have no life of their own, yet their ignorance
inhibits not vibrance of roles they enact …
reveries replay.
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