A N T H E M

xix. boxed in

we are the kids in a box

only capable of loving those who are like us

driving big black shiny mercedes cars

going to colleges that cost sixty-thousand

dollars a year so we can make money

being doctors and lawyers and big business people

even if some of us would rather do something else.

we are isolated by the competition of our supposed

"friends" and really our only friends are

ourselves and our big dogs guarding our

seven thousand square foot homes with

three-car garages and shiny new kitchens and

grand pianos that nobody even plays.

but we think, perhaps we know, that maybe

the grass isn't greener elsewhere, for us at least

because we know we have it good

and we don't know where elsewhere could be anyway

and we are happy this way if not ecstatic

so we thank our guardian angels and count our lucky stars

and cross our fingers that we never chase our dreams

we wonder are we alone? of course we are.

are we lost? i can never tell.