Enclosed in my concrete paradise,
Longing for the Outside World,
My mind is weakened
by the immoral habits of humanity,
The mime has trapped me in his invisible box,
Sealed tight, so tight,
No movement at all,
Claustrophobia hits me,
My personal space has been trespassed,
I feel the breath being stolen from Me,
by my mind,
I feel helpless and hopeless,
Reliant on electronics,
And controlled by material values,
We don’t control our world,
Our World Controls us.
My castle of brick and plaster encloses me
My palace of sheet-rock and wood ensnares me,
My mansion of mayhem imprisons me,
This is my “home”.
Trapped ©
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