I lived within those walls over there The ceiling - they called it “sky” They said, “The Maker creates order Why would you bother asking ‘why?’” Daily happy music resounded From speakers placed on each street Day in and day out - nothing new Everything positioned so nice and neat The houses there were all alike So eloquently symmetrical Clichés & memes filled the air No space for anything dialectical But curiosity goaded me anyhow “What is this Being within this skin?” “Tis’ selfish to ask,” they gnarled, “It might lead thee to sin!” I travelled till I could go no further Where I saw a hidden door I opened it and to my surprise Was a world I’d never known before Fruits of the trees tasted sweeter Than those which I grew accustomed I looked back and asked myself “How could I ever again trust them?” Then, I felt sad and thought with hope, “Perhaps, I can show them what I’ve found! If they could see the sky, hear the wind, Feel the soles of their feet on the ground!” Gleefully, I...
Poetry & Other Compositional Oddities