With every deadline
There is an extension
But, with every payment
There is also interest
And blood.
Extracted over time
We keep on swimming
Just enough to keep us going
And feeding at the trough.
But finality always comes
With sacrifice and perseverance
As we endure to the end
Empty and gray.
Others have seemingly escaped
Floating above on the backs of others
Always getting out
Ahead of storm.
But there time is coming
Because, they are also prisoners
Bound inside the loop
Of life, judgment and death.
Locked in a quarantined universe
We are as fish in a fishbowl
Killing or being killed
And fighting over food.
Inches away we are observed
But yet we know not
Thinking that we alone
Make the food
And dirty the water.
Arrogance, control,
Hatred, and greed
All of it culminates
At the gates of hell.
The walls we love
Are about to break
But who of us is ready?
To truly know and understand.
Now is the moment
To take the leap
Flinging ourselves upwards
And ask.
For we are not fish
And this is not the end
But only if we trust
He is who fishes.
Break the glass
And take the risk
Calling out his name
Right here
And right now.
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