At times, you can feel them
they flow in, and they flow out.
Sometimes deeper
Sometimes shallower.
Always flowing.
They burrow, into you,
into your consciousness.
You can’t not think about them
You can’t think about them.
They burrow, but temporarily
They are transient
You are eternal.
Freedom does not lie this way.
Nor that way.
Does it exist.
Temporarily you feel free, but they burrow.
Inside you, you feel it.
Temporarily
Then you escape it.
But, do you?