How Free?

Are you free? How free?

Aren’t we like Jell-O, though,
tightly pressed 
into our molds,
forced to become something
beyond our control
And it is there,
while we refrigerate
cooled and hardened
and set in our ways,
that we sacrifice
our innocence
for the sake of conformity
and yet we remain
so firm in our malleability,
living oxymorons,
giving testament to the truth
that we all ought to fear.
How free
how free
are we really 
in a prefabricated society
and were we ever?

The End

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