Oh how fulfilling it is,
Severing — at unintelligible speeds —
That which takes pleasure in planting weeds
In the place, meant to facilitate,
Room for food, pivotal for the soul.
Before it takes its insatiable toll
From nothing — I materialize a gas mask
For the toxicity, a chaser for the negativity,
An anchor for the stowaways attempting to hitch a ride,
Without your consent, at the expense,
Of your vessel’s individuality.
Let the soul fall asleep at the wheel
Instead of governing your vessel, but be ready to own it
Reluctantly or ecstatically, choose to
Explore the unknown or blindly follow others.
Open your eyes to what surrounds you
Take an active part in your own existence
Without making excuses for others to take control
All in a bid, to relinquish, responsibility
For the choices, you are yet to make.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: Sylar113