Samsara

Like a concrete river we are bound,
oppressive sameness, homogeneity
of same thoughts and same style.

Conformed for safety,
false promises, and security -
government's soothing lies,
crises brewing outside.

It's not the collective
we care but the fear,
the negative pressure,
the dread of losing standing.

Obedience, loyalty, subservience,
a life of echoing actions,
replicating views and experiences.

We place primacy
of fate and destiny -
I must shatter, break free
stand apart, defy:
the boring, pointless,
repetitions of despair,
a cycle of samsara.