Paradigms and Emptiness
Inanimate objects are the strive for empty feeling
In a void of a preconditioned milieu
Addiction flourishes in this Skinner Box of incentivized need wherein the commodity breeds the commoditized man
A philistine in need is unlettered indeed in the feed of the vicissitudes of history.
Heed the pale white horse of tunneled light
Feeding off the last breath of human hope
We assert this creed of heavenly glows ensconced in a scintillating dream-pipe
'Tis nothing but a pipe-dream to prosper in the shadows of daft misgivings of imperialistic
Heights coupled with those posterity inducing events of the whims of man
Greed, power, love, is all but a ticking time-bomb in the hourglass of sand
Poof! Be gone from the vague abuses of the ego, the dopamine goading goals of phantasmagorical flight that prime our pursuit
The psychological wheel spins continuously as we dive in the pool of want and need
Efflorescing in our biological clocks
It induced your views, wants, and needs
This is the unchosen life of man, a cog in the wheel of life and its pathway.
Evolution or demise: the choice.
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