Epiphany

At night my own mortality haunts me
I look at the clock and wonder
Whether it might outlive me
Thoughts crowd my mind
Fighting to be at front
And I realize the futility of things
The lies we are told
The ones we tell
And I smile
Because the illusion of freedom is stronger
The freedom itself

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