Poem -
Freedoms Illusion
Freedom,
what is it?
How free?
Original thought,
does it exist?
Is it rare?
My mind,
filled
with what was
poured in.
I could
believe
many things,
based on what
was poured in.
Where I was
born determines
what I
believe.
Local dogma
clouds my reality,
determines
what I
believe,
how I think.
I could be
many people,
believe many
things based
on what was
poured in.
Once the
cake’s baked,
fully formed,
how free
can it
possibly be?
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Comments
Wow John, truth truth and more truth. I think we are very much shaped by our environments and our perceptions of all that surrounds us from a very early age. I also think it is possible to break free though...nice write ??
Hi John I think we are very much a product of our environments and media conditioning from a very young age. I do think it's possible to break free though....thought provoking write ? ?
Hi MP,
Thank you. Much imprinted on us in our youth.
JP
Oh heck, I replied twice...sorry ??