TRAPPED:
We are all extensions of other beings
Made up purely from their imagination
Trapped in a box
Filled with situations of endless issues
Which we yearn to solve.
Yet, we are unable to push
This box
Our holding place to its limitations
It seems able to do just
That to us though.
Everything, everything we
Believe in and have created
Was in our original beings'
Minds first before sinking
And passing around to us.
The other parts
Are make believe.
Our fun little acting game
Becomes what we name
As our society
Our home.
Yet, when you think
About it
It seems more of a prison
Yet with no sight
Beyond the box
And our beings not sending
Information on these matters to us
We are left in the dark.
Forever to stay
In this box
Giving its limitations new names
Adding our own new limitations
To the list.
Everyone sharing the same thought processes
No questions
Need to be asked
No survey form
Needs to be carried out
This is a basic fact
We like ignoring
For it offends the platform
We place ourselves up on.
