Who Controls The Spigot Of Our Lives?

 
If we can answer that question, we can enjoy the shock of existence, we can awaken from the normalcy bias, the managed perception; as they seek to dematerialise all that we are.

This is not a special effects film, there are no ray guns here, we shall not disappear into atomic particles; not yet anyway.
We still have the ability to think, if we choose to. We can disagree, we can question; we are individuals looking for purpose.

Do we now have the ability to find common ground amongst ourselves, outside of the dependency that they have created for us?

We all know the rules. We all know how to live; we can all exist as before, living our lives.
If only we could wake up. If only we could set aside. If only we could come to our senses.

Can we pull back from the brink? Can we find discipline in thought or is it already too late, in this drug fuelled, alcohol ridden pea soup we now find ourselves living in?
No longer are these things abhorrent; no longer are they taboo; freely available to those that seek them. How can that be?

Why is it allowed? To keep us seduced, to keep us occupied, to keep us supressed?
Look at people, where is the spunk of life?

What affects are we now experiencing? Are we truly to escape into our own enslavement, set free in a jail of our own making?

Not us, we can see. Not us, we are free; are we not.