Trapped
An original speculative poem
Ever feel like you’re inside a car stuck in neutral on a perfectly flat road? Making changes is not as simple as the tradition of making New Year’s resolutions implies.
Life is often lived at a default factory setting. Days are filled with routines and habits that become ingrained into every cell of your body. Breaking the mold and choosing to go down a different path often reaps stiff resistance. Nature isn’t limited to abhorring a vacuum. It also resists a disruption to the status quo.
Making meaningful change to your life can be frustrating when circumstances always seem to arise to put up roadblocks along the new path you’ve chosen. My latest poem speaks to those visible and invisible adversaries which seek to preserve the status quo.
The world's a hamster wheel. I'm stuck running circles. Endless loops on repeat. No path forward or backward. The world's a hedge maze. I'm lost inside the walls. Roaming along paths. From nowhere to nowhere. The world's an oval track. I always race a crowd. Jockeying for position. Never finishing the race. The world's a video game. I don't ever get to play. A background character. Fixed to a single level.
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I really enjoyed this one! It's one of my favorites of your poems
The world sucks! I mean, some of the time.