We are all our own enemies.
We feed our own inner demons and insecurities.
We make our own poison and gladly drink it,
smacking our lips,
rejoicing the fact that we are victims.
That yet again, we have someone to blame.
Everyone thirsting,
looking out for the next better, bigger, nicer, tighter, free-er ...
No one is free really.
They never will be.
Because if they were, they would have been free right now.
For the one looking for it,
tomorrow there will be someone else. To blame. To feel pressured. To exit.
When will you rest? When will you just be?
When will let your forehead relax? Your shoulders? Your mouth?
When will you see that you always were free?!
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