Anxious at the infinite
I don’t want this freedom at all
Give me a set of blinkers
To hide my eyes from the sprawl
Confused at the crossroads
Each horizon out of vision
Clutching a map with no borders
Contemplating each decision
Paralysed by all the choices
Someone, please, close the prison door
Take away possibility
I don’t want it anymore
The paradox of freedom.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
