Regain autonomy.
This is a thrall economy.
Wake up and wait for,
them to call on me.
Non autonomy,
integrated into all of me.
Subject/captive,
not just me but the masses.
Put on your guises,
slip into subconscious,
find a backroom,
to build your own mindset.
They manipulate.
Placate, appease and pacify.
Stop us from growing angry.
Keep us feeding on their lies.
They're onto me.
And my lessened passive state.
They'll come to manipulate.
They'll come to re-hook my chains.
I've regained autonomy,
in my own minds eye.
They won't have a moment to rectify,
the damage they've done.
I'll be gone.
Already morphed into,
myself, the person I'll become.
Regain your autonomy.
Don't let the devil,
make you do his work.
Free of the worlds ambitions,
let your spirits' ambition
roam the earth.
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Comments2
Autonomy so hard to keep in this lock step world where one can not live off the grid and where politically correct is the expected any one else rejected. A wonderful and freeing write
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A lovely write of something that's si hard to do in this modern world, but it is still so important for our sense of freedom that we do keep it, enjoyed the read
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