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?