Imagine a world
Where you aren't in control.

Imagine a world
As an illusion
To warp your reality
Where you think you're free.

Imagine a world
As a bubble of blindness
Another fairytale
To make you smile and nod
And bow your head to follow
Everyone else, bemused and thoughtless along
The drawn path of society
Just another object that takes up space.

Everything is chosen
For you
Already.

You don't have to think
Why would you?

It was all decided already.
When you wake up
What you eat
What you do each day
What you believe
What you think
What your future beholds
When you're borne

When you die.

It is only you
Who knows your end.

The day of your maturity
Of your step to adulthood
Of your 13th year
They speak.

They notify you
So casually
Just another one to rid
From our precious, draining resources.

Only you.

Why tell?
Why bother?

It's just another life taken away, so carelessly.
What's the point?

They have not fooled me.
I have not bowed my head
Blindly following
What I'm expected to follow.

My name is Mortal.
It is my 13th birthday.