Phantom Cages

How does it feel inside;

Inside that tight cage of yours?

How does it within ride;

Ride that muzzled are your roars?

You’re not lone I see, there’s half the world,

Your friends, some kin

Lots of company,

'The obscure benign chains which pin'

But have single mindsets drilled in, no diversity

All the same, all the like, molds you by conformity

A common prisoner, I’d say..

Speak if it’s not so!

Oh wait, opinions? You have none,

Locked down long ago

While I remain outside;

Outside free to think, to act

While this mind wonders wide, not captive, not bound, not cracked

Instead seeking new thoughts, new ways,

Establishing my own place

Out here no labeled slots, no guards,

Only passion fields that race

This freedom, this feeling,

That I wish to all was known

Shadowed, though it ought not be,

'The secret a precious stone'

Should I tell you? Engage you? Free you?

Let slip what’s true?

Perhaps I will, perhaps I will not,

Yet, if I do…

Will you fit Their design,

Again take Their said mention?

Will you fall into line,

Good pet,

Or will you question?

Then come nearer, lean close,

Strain your ears against those bars

Though They’ll protest, oppose,

That petty scorn is not ours

Just focus, ignore that which stalls, simply heed my lips:

Those steel restraints?

Ghoul muscled halls?

Your clouded optics?

Imagined Figments.

Makeshift Keepers.

False Adhesives.

All self-constructed, built to catch your life's top'ling pieces

How can you not know?

Common sense, open your eyes!

How can you not know?

That you’re the fence, the fastened ties!

Mother failed, father hurt, luck ran out, left bare coffers

Dearest bailed, dropped from work, too many empty offers

So you took bitter nails,

Solid planks of bigotry

Tough rods of ignorance,

And the greatest tragedy?

Without hesitations, cast yourself into your jail

Fashioned up air wardens,

Phantom causers of your wail

Do you see it now, better yet, do you see it not?

Do you understand, comprehend what your fear’s begot?

Yes, the world is scary,

'Frightens me too I’ll admit

As if we’re hickory, and it the bellowing pit'

But in, like clay, we glaze,

Glistening from sleek grandeur

Sigh.. Although mind aroused,

You still remain unsure

Such large concepts, your swamped,

Now you push me from the gate

Fine, okay, I’ll leave prompt,

This curiosity but sate

For who am I to push? None to point,

Unjustly peer

And who am I to whine? For you’re in there,

And I out here