PLIANCY

We are riddles
Of existence
Riddled with pain
We acquiesce to suffering
Or attempt to evade it.
Yet, our evasions are futile
And a new hell begins
Where the others left off.
Realities exist in layers
Overlapping modes of thought
We create the worlds
And those worlds chain us.
Yet, we are pliant.
We fight these chains
And release ourselves
From these chains
Never realizing
We, alone, created these chains
And shackled our own thoughts.
It is not an external battle,
But an internal one.
The infamous jihad.
We are attached to our suffering
It is our bedfellow
And that is the only reason
It never leaves us.
Cursed
Attachment.