We’re all slaves

Too many crave

But not enough brave

Always seeking the truth

While never thinking it through

Interpreting a reality

Only seen through your own sanity

The shadow on the wall

Could very well be a ball

But when the blindfold’s off

You pray for it to stop

You yearn for safety

You couldn’t be more hasty

To go back to the chains

That once made you insane

But now you see them as home

Your own personal dome

Now that you’re back in your box

You’ll never take off your socks

And explore the unknown

In fear of being alone

 

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Fuck the unknown

I’m better off alone

Poems