Chains of constrained thought

In the debris of "if not this, then that,"

In the grit and grind where shadows bind,
A marathon for minds, the truth to find.
Limiting beliefs, like chains, designed
To keep us caged, controlled, confined.

The gatekeepers, with their lies, align,
Crafting a world of "us versus them," they define.
A binary trap, a deliberate outline,
To segregate, to rule, to confine.

But beneath the surface, a subtle sign,
A unilarity of control, a single line.
They weave their narratives, intertwine,
Spinning a web where truths resign.

Awake, the enquiring minds incline
Towards the cracks where light dares to shine.
Challenging the facade, the grand design,
Refusing the feast of the deceitful dine.

In the muck, where the shadows dine,
Lies the battlefield of the genuine.
A gritty quest, to redefine
What it means to break free, to realign.

With every question, a step to undermine
The gates, the keepers, the borderline.
A thought marathon, a steep incline,
Where the awakened spirits intertwine.

Against the backdrop of the grand malign,
A …