To be trapped in a body containing its own limits
While others trapped inside an open bottle
Both similar yet different
People in bodies trapped can't aspire to break what can be broken
Those trapped in a bottle can leave when they can shape themselves to leave the bottle that isn't closed
But can't comprehend the shape
What we seem to forget
Is we are limitless in a reality deemed by culture and illusion
To be produced and consumed
To fit any shape but not move
You're not suffocating
I've moved air through clogged straw
And still I stress
And I digress
Even when suicide is a mere option
A cowardly choice some say
Be glad
Because when it seems bad
It really is
Then hysterically submit to convulsions
And succumb to the shock
These are our motives place by our limits in a society that doesn't exist
Like you
It's man made
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
To be trapped in a body containing its own limits
While others trapped inside an open bottle
Both similar yet different
People in bodies trapped can't aspire to break what can be broken
Those trapped in a bottle can leave when they can shape themselves to leave the bottle that isn't closed
But can't comprehend the shape
What we seem to forget
Is we are limitless in a reality deemed by culture and illusion
To be produced and consumed
To fit any shape but not move
You're not suffocating
I've moved air through clogged straw
And still I stress
And I digress
Even when suicide is a mere option
A cowardly choice some say
Be glad
Because when it seems bad
It really is
Then hysterically submit to convulsions
And succumb to the shock
These are our motives place by our limits in a society that doesn't exist
Like you
It's man made
