Sometimes I feel trapped
I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but sometimes i feel trapped by aspirations and dreams
In order to fulfill the prophecy of my ego I’m forced to walk down specific paths
I reject what does not serve the ultimate purpose of achieving the end goal
But the trap is layered and nuanced in a way that everything in life is
On one end I'm trapped by wants and on the other end I’m trapped by needs
The need to survive puts me in a position where the box society offers is the only choice
Grass doesn’t get frolicked in because ones and zeros need to be organized
The crazy thing is that the trap isn’t even the scary part
This babushka existence doesn’t move the needle
It’s the what ifs It’s Schrodinger's potential
My pride keeps me from ever leaving the path of aspirations and my fear keeps me from stepping out of the standard issued box society provides because what happens when my existence isn’t tied to things that are familiar
And maybe that's it, maybe it isn’t a feeling of being trapped, but rather stuck
Stuck in the comfort of known Knowns.
Yeah, that’s better
Sometimes I feel stuck in comfort addicted to the delusion of freedom
