Passenger Disguised

(one of my first poems, interested in how it is)

He admires the beauty

of his pseudo-autonomy

as he rolls the dice.

An act disguised as self-motivated,

driven by a desire for power

fulfilled lacking honesty.

Ignoring the strings, he believes he's the driver,

yet imprisoned,

driven to nowhere.

And in this nowhere he finds nothing

as he can't choose what he sees

and so he closes his own eyes

and celebrates the darkness.