The Tempest

We are never free
Once we thought we have been freed from one master
Actually we already become a slave to another one
Once we thought we have the control in our life
Actually we are moved by someone’s plan
Once we thought we have escaped the critical point
Actually we only run from trouble to trouble
But at least we could choose
Which master we want to serve
Which way we want to spend the rest of our life
And enjoy its difficulty

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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