Writer

If we are all slaves
Unknowing
Then what becomes our children?
Do they join us in the snare...
Or do they see the trap...
Escape.

An ironic salute to
Tyler Durden;
Product of that which he destroyed.

We are the world's animals
And it our owner
Yet owned.

Tiny things--
Such are shackles.
Imprisioning those who tell
The Secret
In words and syntax.

I too am a slave.
I know The Secret.
We all know it
Or did,
As children.

But we forgot.
Forcibly our brains were branded
With Real Life.

And that great Secret
Is lost to those
Who need it most.
Those enslaved by the idea
That we must follow the rules.

-Melissa Lynn