TRAPPED
The alarm clock slips like
The sand in the hourglass
Listen to the count and feel as if it’s grasped
But what really slips might
Be an hour that has already passed
Flick of more hours and a day goes by my sight
End is my routine when I am off to lay
With my drowsy eyes again like a prey
Eaten up by the so called
24 hours day
Why do I have to sleep?
Why do I have to wake up again?
Like it is a cycle
I choose not to stay
I woke up back there on mama’s lap
As if dependency had sworn to slap
From infant to childhood
From adulthood to being old
Once upon my parents
Once for my parents
And once waiting for death
So am I trapped?
In a world of obligation
Obligation to depend
Obligation to survive
Maybe obligation to die
Or in a body which needs to excrete
And bath for its flavour
It feels like a prey reverberating in its cave
On a hilly terrain afraid to pop out
From the cave’s open space
To dive into another well
Where living dead awaits
Free from obliged fate
Where the rest will dig a six feet land
Or burn my body to ashes and not me
Wishing I would reach the firmament
But what if this is all a dream
And I wake up after death
Like René Descartes presumed
And then there is technology
That has made surviving easier
Is it a paradox?
For how u feel
When the lights go off
When the internet goes down
When the phone battery is low
When the bustling city you know
Hears you no more
Hence i am skeptical about life
When every day is just about
How to survive
It is just another hamster wheel
For maybe we are being watched by
Someone who is a greater being
Than we are today
Experimenting about how we react
In the four different seasons
As part of the 365 day stage
So yes we are trapped
Into the theatre inside a play
Into the circumstances
Into the people’s circle
Maybe among us
Maybe within you.
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