Confined living in confined space

Sell the shadows from your eyes

buy the mind you've always wanted

confined living in confined space

the sun looks better in 8x10 cards

and life seems easier while watching the screen

open, melting faces

daunting, whispering ghosts

reminds us we're still here

embrace the trap 

for the walls all fade

and the clouds fall down

and reality is faced with a brash decision

in our times

of either perception

or wanting.

The End

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