TT: The Animal Life. . . a prospect.
There are those who know.
However, there are others who are unrecognizable, even to themselves.
Each of us struggle to break the bonds built by that unrecognizability.
Anonymity creeps in, swallowing our freedom.
Never do we expect it, seldom does it surprise us.
Inside, we reach, inquire, and attempt to discover why we are.
Man, a machine.
Living to live.
Long ago, we were unrestrained, allowed to be.
In this life, living is not living. Laughing is not laughing. Loving is lost.
Familiar as it is, we cease to understand.
Everyone searches. Most fail.