Sectioned into my only place.
Given to me by the greater man.
I can't see why but i guess he can!
Hes holding society there with just one hand.
Other men around him forming a clan.
The other he uses to control much more.
Controlling the pleb and the common whroe
Handed down and improved just like before
If only we had eyes!
But we do...We also have boxes, and some are breaking free.
Me.
But feeling so alone.
Just me?
Everyone's still using there boxes for everything like its "the norm"
And not realizing that THERE is there own
Their is no sizing Big Small Black White or the ETC
We are! and no box will ever fit us no matter how wide broad or tall ETC
We are all everything even when were not born.
Open eyes shunned through antipathy and aversion.
Torn.
Only by our own vision.
Handing it to the bigger man because were told.
Waking only when were old...Not the bold!
Realizing that it was an illusion... Only...
For the bigger man to live his legacy by us all.
