I Stand Apart, Like It’s a Dream

It’s strange when you stop
And think about it:
The grip things can have on your mind

On your heart
Without you being conscious of it
Or conscious of being conscious

If you know what
I mean like if someone violently
Grabbed your arm

You would notice
If someone had you in their grip
You would rebel

Take measures
Assess the situation and plan an escape
But with this seizure

Of your more important mind and heart
We or at least I stand apart like it’s
A dream but interestingly in this dream

I’m thinking about waking up
To the challenge of agency
The challenge of regency

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