The Road I Must Travel

We all walk a path that
we cannot see the end to.
Our lives, these potentials
Dictated to us by others,
Shaped by the material
around us,
Cannot be seen with a
Third eye,
A sharpened mind of ideas,
A concentrated energy.
We plan,
Estimate existential and
Create consequences for
Crude approximations of what
others might enact,
Predict problems
Placed in our path by a
Multiplying myriad of

And we do it all,

In a world of individuals,
The collective is King.

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