Breaking Free

Some million cells die each time
If I try separation of molecules
From their base; pride it becomes
A slow poison to a prisoner,like a
Slaved and tamed human odyssey is.
In all algorithms of chaos we live-
Moral grounds,ethical behaviors and
Everything rational we may feel so
Ends up in nothingness, to sum up.
Then why shouldn't I sit quite now
Break all these planted roots in me
Of prejudices while intimacy and love
A self grown narratives of conscience.
These quests, I feel are more logical
Though it seems likely to be technical
Under contemplation about one's existence
Negative is friction towards our survival,
They won't hold us long enough!
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