The goal of being is a task
assigned by those who know best
from the rules put to page
bringing most to broad dismay

uniqueness is not a goal
exalted by those above
creating boxes with only walls
padded prisons to shackle souls

with bars for windows lest birds fly
escape to the skies far above
still the freedom may be dreamed
from the comfort of velvet chains

embrace the freedom now denied
pass through to the other side
disavow the offered bane
to be the person behind constraints.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190910.