Arrested sovereignty

Drowning in the depths
Of a shallow crowd
Arising empty
Perpetuating a revolt
Against solidarity
Like rediscovering
Different faces of madness
With same old stories
Depressing, it surely is
Like unceasingly cracking
That precious, precious jar
Of your own authenticity
Resulting in a sordid arrest
Of a free sovereign mind
So I guess I’d rather
Wake up with the mountains
Where wisdom never sleeps
And sip coffee while listening
To the birds
Singing with the breeze..


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