The cushion critic : The System

We are all part of a system,
a system that works like clockwork,
it never seizes or rests
aloof with the world it runs.
And we all have fooled ourselves
into thinking we are it's crucial parts,
that we belong somewhere
and that we operate it with our choices.
But the reality escapes us
like water between our fingers,
even though we are drenched in it
we will never hold it or control it.
The system is omniscient
our potential is its fuel
and we feed it religiously
following it like a rag picker's dog.
Forgotten among the created chaos
trusting the one standing beside us.  

Marrying and reproducing,
killing and fighting,
raping and violating,
hoarding and gloating,
thinking the lever turns only one way
frightened by the thought of indifference,
but not towards our souls
but the steady chunky cogs
the one that runs our hands and feet
afraid to break free from it teeth,
terrified that it might break the system,
lead to a total collapse of the pyramid
in which we are just the lowest pawns,
but it's just an illusion created by us.
You are just a tiny insignificant nut
who has the power to loosen its talons, 
the power to bring its downfall,
to run free and create your own chaos
a beautiful one, a changeable one
the one without levers and pulleys
or the puppeteers strings,
a kind that transforms at our will.
Unscrew yourself from the system
find freedom, passion and vigour,
unlock the energy inside your soul
before the system takes its toll.