The Final Alarm Clock

You weren’t born free.

You were born into a story already in progress.

They gave you a name, a number, a nationality, a religion, a set of rules before you could speak.

You were trained, not raised.

Taught to obey bells, lines, desks, and systems.

School didn’t teach you how to think. It taught you what to think.

“Memorize. Comply. Forget.”

You were told what success looks like:

Get a job. Buy a house. Get married. Have kids. Retire.

But no one ever asked what you wanted.

You live in a world where food is poisoned, water is fluoridated, air is polluted,

and they tell you it’s for your own good.

You trust the very institutions that profit from your sickness.

You vote, thinking you have a choice,

but the candidates are selected, not elected.

Two wings, same bird.

They argue on stage but toast in private.

Every screen you own lies to you.

News isn't news it's narrative.

Entertainment isn't escape it's hypnosis.

Social media isn’t connection it's surveillance.

The wars aren’t for freedom. They’re for profit.

Your anger is manufactured.

Your fears are programmed.

Your distractions are designed.

You scroll to forget you’re in a prison.

You are taxed on your labor, your purchases, your home, your death.

The money you earn loses value every day.

Inflation is theft. Debt is slavery.

Banks create money from nothing and sell it back to you with interest.

Your body is tracked.

Your voice recorded.

Your habits sold.

You are the product.

The education system? A pipeline to the workforce.

The workforce? A slow death in exchange for survival.

Retirement? If you make it, it’s already too late.

They divided you so you’d never unite.

Race. Gender. Politics. Religion.

Every label is a trap. Every category, a cage.

They made you hate your neighbor while they stole your future.

They told you history, but they left out the truth.

That empires were built on lies.

That revolutions were crushed in silence.

That prophets were murdered, and tyrants were crowned as heroes.

They reversed the roles.

The wise are called crazy.

The peaceful are called weak.

The brave are called dangerous.

The lost are celebrated.

And the seekers are censored.

They feed you fear so you never look inside yourself.

Because if you ever did, you’d remember:

You were born powerful.

You are not your job.

Not your past.

Not your trauma.

Not your programming.

You are the witness behind the eyes.

The stillness beneath the chaos.

The voice that questions why.

You were not made to serve systems.

You were not made to beg for peace.

You were not made to be owned, numbered, medicated, and shamed.

You were made to rise.

But none of that matters… unless you wake up.

And waking up hurts.

You’ll lose friends.

You’ll question everything.

You’ll rage.

You’ll grieve.

You’ll wander.

But then…

You’ll remember what it means to feel.

To think without a script.

To see through the fog.

To live.

This is the alarm clock no one set for you.

You found it because a part of you already knew.

And once you wake up?

You can’t go back to sleep.

Not now.

Not ever.