A lifetime of restraint
and it’s only just beginning.
I see those around me
Free of inhibitions
But mine is a lifetime of restraint
Of restriction, of stopping, of choosing not to
Bound by shackles,
Holding me in place,
Choking down desire, temptation, madness
But am I bound? And are they free?
What is freedom but anarchy?
And what is control but power?
Over myself, my wishes, my actions,
I chose restraint
In the pursuit of eternal happiness,
I chose to forego abandon,
I gave up impulse and desire,
I chose rationality
Is my choice the right one?
Of course it is,
Because what is the end of madness
And what is the reward of restraint
Poet: Rida Sohaib
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