Being the prisoner of present

Transiting from past to the future, I have the illusion of free will.

I found myself surrounded by prisoners

Prisoners who are sentenced to life.

I am one of them

Spending time and energy

Toiling endlessly, and building for a tomorrow

That never arrives.

In this endless struggle, endless suffering

There is a reptile inside which destroys me.

This dark demon has walked ruthlessly for far too long in our planet

And we should give it a decent burial,

Show it the respect it does not deserve.

 

I am the reptile.

I am the prison.

 

And if we come to know, in our infant awe

We must not replace the demon with another.

But be friend with one another,

Love one another and be certain,

That this knowledge will grow,

In a gentle expanding universe,

With no borders.

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