In this no escape, you believe
Belief is what makes you enter
and belief is what makes you caged.

Sometimes it's more complex
when you admire a heart
The choice is to love it as a pace regulator
of the only similarity we possess.

One is contended with seeing
if it works, and satisfied
that it does work.

But belief in a heart requires
a belief in its veins and arteries
where amidst this superficiality
some love is pushed out, some is accepted
A circulation is believed
and life as a body continues
inspite of the similarity
now named blood

Belief keeps believing
smeared in it, somewhere inside.