Rectangular Prison

Rooms,

Inescapable prisons,

That present our

Feeble minds with

Conforming individuals,

Unfavorable probability,

Discomfort.

Rooms,

Incase emotions.

While hallways,

Allows the

Harboring of emotions,

And transportation

From room to room.

Rooms,

Mold us, 

With the people we meet,

And the situations we come upon. 

But that rectangular imprisonment 

Hides our being from 

The gifts of nature.

What is to enjoy sun?

No walls,

No disillusionment,  

Dripping from dewy windows,

Adorning 

Rooms.

 

 

 

 

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