A Poem: Directions

Same patterns,
same routines,
same situations,
same worn out pair of jeans.

wake up to the same sunrise, it's all blasé, always telling you what to do, this is what they say:
"blah blah blah, go about life like this, turn your eyes while I destroy your freedom, ignorance is bliss."

they slowly put up walls, one brick at a time, before you know it you're trapped inside a life you'd swear,
"this isn't mine"

what a gradual process, how your life has been taken hold,
subtlety is their greatest weapon, they wouldn't dare be so bold.
the person you once were, seems like a forgone conclusion,
the life you had in mind, simply one great delusion.

be mindful of your choices and decisions you make, the positions you put yourself in and the risks you take.