The fear of freedom

A path with nothing to fear.
Walking on a road to nowhere.
A path with nothing to see.
We can chose who we want to be.

A world with all the freedom.
Turning into a state of boredom.
A world with all the choices.
Lacking all earthly enjoyment.

A life without a current.
Only living with a death warrant.
A life only meant to be lived.
But not knowing what to do with it.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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