"Mustn't-s"

You can't do much.

You are a "mustn't".

Just after you are born,

you must end.

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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.

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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.

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If you swim in Instagram's ocean, you'll find me somewhere here, on a raft like the one Odysseus had.

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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