Step inside
our human contradiction
Wrap your arms around
the paradox of us all
A core inconsistency
of this flawed humanity
Deep down
we yearn to be free
Showcase our individuality
on the grand stage
and yet
we're born to conform
First we get assigned to a family
through no choice of our own
Wrapped inside a community
where we invariably get pigeon holed
Play dates
Class mates
Social commitments
Chained to a tribe
Slipped into our slots
Gender role insertion
Economic vice applied
Work... family... friends
Learn to juggle those many roles
til all the parts we play blur
Somewhere along the way
our true identity gets suppressed
The years compress
Memories stored and disposed
The circle contracts
Life slows to a crawl
Time extracts it's price
We look back
and realize too late
we have been played
The paradox becomes clear
as the last act draws near
Only in death
do we finally achieve
the freedom denied by life
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