Pillow of the Prison

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Stagnant Tuesday, too late to sleep to early to wake. 

Mindless consumption easier than creation. 

 

Dopamine flows, the least work for the most reward. 

Slave to the glowing screen in a darkened room, 

 

Endless objects of desire triggering Oxytoxin, 

But not for human connection or sex with another, 

Promises disappearing as fast as an imaginary win,

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As the cocktail is spread in the body through Serotonin,

Flowing from the head to the toes, masking pain with a sigh,

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A blank smile as Endorphins suppresses all feeling, 

The meaningless depths of endless content becoming sky, 

But only for a moment before falling back to the cage. 

Trapped in the prison of yourself. 

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There is a way out, 

And the way out is in. 

Look deeply and you will see, 

With the hardest of work, 

You can be the master and not the slave.