#oder
Rules,
Superficial rules we create
We confine ourselves within boxes
Answering a desperate plea for order
Some semblance of control, of understanding,
Shape, within shapeless mass, shapeless space
We build cages, chains, interlocked, intertwined
Yet, a common phrase
“Think outside of the box”
We acknowledge,
This cage
And in many cases it can be good
But we also acknowledge,
That to truly come up with something great, unique, to leave a
Lasting mark
One must think outside of the box left behind by our predecessor’s
Thoughts outside of their box
Which form our box
It’s like
Understand how to read notes
Before you compose your own
Know the color wheel
Before you experiment
Read books,
Before your write one
Maybe that’s where successful people come from,
People who manage to learn about their box
Well, before they manage to
Break it’s boundaries
And each minute, each second, each millisecond, each
This is happening again, and again
Our cages being broken
Reforged, anew
And through the internet, the media, mordern communications
Knowledge of this new box, these new boundaries
Can be spread
To pique another child or adult’s interest
Until the boundaries are broken
Once again
A cycle
On repeat
Until finally-
Or,
Is it like the universe,
Ever expanding,
Infinitely large
Without an end?
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
an odious funk
interior swellings
of my own decay ?
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC