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
Hi John...It is funny how our perceptions in life can be clouded by dogma, propaganda, media, government deceptions, traditions, and various vices to portray what is wanted to be perceived....I have a hard time putting faith into the world and try to look for love and God despite what forces around and powers that be try to influence otherwise. Great honest write. xo ;)
Hi CL,
Could not agree more. Our minds absorb we become. Trying to be balanced when overwhelmed with input is challenging. Seems like hermits might have the right idea. 🤔
JP
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.Â
JP
Oh heck, I replied twice...sorry 😊😊