So, my friend

///So, my friend

So, my friend

Who are you?
At the end of life when your tears and smiles
And sins and kindnesses are about to leave
Will you ask who told you?
Did you choose to be a wife weeping
For a dead husband in Iraq?
Who told you to count taxes
And become a company clerk?
Or the person that avoids eating shark fin soup?
What made you decide on a career in gold?
Or become a doctor taking care of the old?
How is your mind today with the choices it’s made?
Was it your mother that whispered
To become a lawyer’s aid?
Or that status and money should be your bestest friends?
How did you know that wrinkles were bad
And having no kids would make you sad?
Who chained your mind?
The mind that knows nothing other than what it is,
Here and now.
If you can’t say how the choice was made then you are lost
Inside a mind that has sold your soul for the cheapest cost
That came along.
So my friend, wake up and be free.

By | 2018-04-16T09:01:05+00:00 April 16th, 2018|NaPoWriMo, Poetry|0 Comments

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