The
door
imposing
obstacle
to
freedom
no
locks or bolts
just
restraints
on
the will to leave.
the
same restraints
tie
the hand
that
holds the pen
making
the words
stay
of the page
A
mirror looking out.
religions
in ancient times
created
by mankind
to
interpret what
they
could not understand,
the
sun, where did it come from,
where
did it go at night,
and
the moon
What
mysteries did it bring,
how,
the seasons came and went
how,
food grew from the ground
how,
all in nature oh so mysterious
our
early religions answered these questions
saying
it was God's doing
then
went on to ask more questions
how
mankind should live their lives
posing
more questions
To
subjugate us
When
we kneel down to prey
we
do so with
a
mirror looking inwards
we
look for affirmation
of
what we already know
and
when we speak God's name
we
really want it to be a mirror image
with
ourselves looking back
now the threshold has been breached
the shackles crash
onto the floor
we are now free
to walk barefoot on the concrete
see that all it does
is chill the soles of our feet
stand there and keep nodding
like the dog on the dashboard
do you even know
what they’re talking about
maybe you do
and it doesn't interest you
when this all starts you
drift off into your own tear-free land
of make-believe where
everybody looks perfect
without effort
as if this really matters
in a perfect world, we wouldn't notice
the shell we wear or
what we have or
where we come from
our innerness would shine and
dim the frivolous trinkets of our display
tell us that, it is ok to be you
and free
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