Digital Age
It’s not the habits that haunt us.
Its conformity, expectations, rules,
As if we don’t know the outcomes,
Of our mistakes.
Does freedom mean embracing fear?
Or does it lie in ambush,
Waiting for the right moment to strike?
Life presents itself with many choices.
Yet how many choices do we choose?
One choice provides happiness.
One choice provides heartache.
One choice provides peril.
One choice provides hope.
Is one choice enough?
Ten miles of atmosphere separates us from death,
And yet we worry about the color of our clothes,
The length of our hair,
The lives we could have lived,
The mistakes that we have made,
Our spot-on earth.
It’s not society that scares me.
It’s the records of mistakes,
Kept on files of digital intakes.
A person cannot change?
It’s the profiles that scare me,
Not the individual’s worth.
They always predict the future.
Are sanctions giving birth
To control?
J.L. Powell
2004