Trap For My Mind

I work in a blue cube

Clouds reflect on it, but never touch it.

My thoughts are bluish cubes:

tamed

orderly

chopped

 

I breathe in a blue cube

I try to breathe in a blue cube

I try to think in a blue cube

I try to feel in a blue cube

Feel, what a strange word

To utter in such a cube.

 

Others have grey cubes and I should be sorry

Others have no cubes at all and watch me judgingly

I should love my cube, they say

But how do they know what it’s like

To experience life from a blue glass cube

Never detained

Still,

Never free

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