As I lie in bed
The faces cluster in my head
An unending flood of chaos
Memories melting into one another
Time is an illusion of linearity
All things happening at once
There is no present
We forever live in the future-past
Always moving forward
But anchored to the shore of our pain
Slowing the development of our brain
A stain
On our consciousness
There is no way to resist
The past affecting the future
A photonic superposition of superstition
Making us believe we have control
Freewill
As we kill ourselves over everyday decisions
A paralysis of the soul
Yearning to be free
But freedom is the pain
Of emerging from the cocoon
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