Everywhere I look
I see posters telling me
What I want, what I like,
Who I am and who I want to be.
Sometimes I look away,
Sometimes I buy into their story.
They talk about free will
And our right to choose
From the options they have
Laid out in front of us.
I keep my head in my back pocket
And take my pick with pride.
I talk about doing it My Way,
There were never any chains.
Just the sound of a magic pipe
I followed the piper like those rats
Because I wanted to. Right?
Aren’t we all free
To fly inside a box?


Note: This poem is inspired by a thought-provoking poem called A Desperate Bid” by one of my favorite bloggers. If you like my poem you should probably read the inspiration behind it too.

Photographer – Rosie Hardy 
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