MUST

I stared, attempting to will an impossible transformation. Nothing. Only Stillness. Still just a pathetic creature contemplating the empty universe without any means to change it. Action, so elusive, so far from convention, appropriated by expectation. You MUST, they goon. Where to then? Liberty is a MUST, you must spend, consume, dispose, fuck, spawn, cherish, and on and on and on. MUST is a loaded word. Everything's loaded.