
You can’t do much.
You are a “mustn’t”.
Just after you are born,
you must end.
But, do you end?
Do you really die?
Or, do you swirl in the mind,
like a trapped butterfly?
Oh, that poor mind…
A prison with mental bars
where so many “mustn’t-s”
watch melancholically the stars.
Days pass, and you pray for
the dopamine to flow generously.
You want to offer it to the human
by fulfilling yourself, eventually.
How can you get rid of
that costume they put you on?
You don’t feel like a “mustn’t”;
to you, you are a “want”.
Oh, that damn subjectivity!
It kills simplicity every day
unless we make it the only criterion,
responsibly accepting cost and prey.
That’s it, that’s what you’ll do.
You’ll keep fluttering in there,
stubbornly demanding,
implementing self-care.
You’ll do your part of the job,
and then the ball will be at
that human mind’s court;
an everlasting combat.
Originally Published on Medium, hosted by the Publication Scuzzbucket
If you swim in the Social Media ocean, you’ll find me somewhere here for Instagram and here for Facebook, on a raft like the one Odysseus had, monologuing sometimes in Greek and sometimes in English.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives



Wow. This evoked some pretty intense emotions. Great work 🖤