Day 3: Control

Living a life free from desire

So easily said but painfully done.

Of urges that bind one to the mire

Of chasing dreams cast upon screens

Casting their sickly glow over life.

Illusion at the helm of this vessel

Tossing over seas on this level

Reigning in that which we wish to prosper

While fighting to keep our intention pure.

Grounded within by discipline.

Only the strong remain steadfast.

Seeking to create new from the past.

An image in mind, blossoming kind,

Held by the spectre of invisible hands

Creating scarcity, incessant demands

Over time, space and thought.

While those wiser sit uncaught

Yet held by their own demons.

The bindings unsimilar but bear the same name.






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