Caught

Being handed such a deep entrapment,

The thought of being forced into such an illusion,

Can’t be true.

Choice’s in which are made at such moments,

Unleash destiny.

If in self-consciousness,

Having seen different surroundings,

The soul must force a different ending.

Large holes toy with existence.

Mourning grapples the memory of past lives for guidance.

To escape,

May be impossible.

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