Agency

 

Agency

Control is

ephemeral,

imagined, and

when the illusion

is shattered,

there is little remaining

to hold you upright.

We are mere observers,

an audience,

as the play unfolds.

There are actors on stage,

and directors behind the curtain

that move the story forward

as we sit in the dark,

and plead for a happy ending.

Every life is a roll of the dice,

a hand dealt by someone else.

We win by the kindness of strangers,

lose as a car drifts across the median.

The bottle, the needle and the pipe

might feel like agency

but are just different masters.

Bosses, we hope, will pay us on time

as we toil under the weight

of the load we are forced to carry.

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