Senses numb and awareness is all my consciousness
Beyond my heart’s rapid throb, the world slows
And I, the weak
I… am subject to the will of another.
The faces around me are but blurs of the unfamiliar
Yet all too familiar, we all strive to the same end
And we, the helpless
We… are subject to the will of another.
The countdown is nigh and autonomy nearer still
For what is one to do, truly, when monotony fades to oblivion
And it, the pointless
It… is subject to the will of none but its own parasite
Pressed into our seats, we ascend
We, the weak, the helpless, and the pointless, diverge
And, like the pages of books on shelves
Know nothing of one another, and mayhaps we’ll stay that way
But ah, the joy of flight…
great post
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Thank you so much 🙂 didn’t want it to be so cliche being about flight but I’m literally sitting on a plane right now and just couldn’t help myself hahaha
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welcome.Its a great post i like it ❤
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