Riding in circles

Awake in the morning
Down raining on
I feel the freshness
Of upturned earth.

I close the window
Turn on the lights
Sit at my station
The electric world is back.

Am I a slave
In a wrong turned world?
A brief thought
Gone and dismissed
From my captured mind.

Riding in circles

ciprian

Coquitlam, Canada

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Is the modern world a confined world? Are we slaves in the “modern” world?

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